I couldn't have painted a more fitting face of love.

I spoke to Mr Italy today,
he was at work, as a security guard or something.  It seems so fitting that the boy that I suddenly found capable of helping me get over 2 painfully ugly men, was the ultimate face of beauty and perfection.  Ladies: were talking washboard abs and curly black hair, not to mention the ass of a Greek sculpture!  The face of an angel, and the lust of a demon...  The _______ of a horse, and the eyes of beauty itself.  Butterflies awaken in this cancer ridden tummy this morning...

It is Canada's thanksgiving tomorrow, and if tonight's date works out, I will once again have something big to be thankful for.  I don't even mind that he's 20!  Shit, who would ?

I feel like my old self today,
I think the surgery is getting me healthy final, and after the next (and hopefully last) I will be brand new.

I spoke to my sister today.
She will be stopping by this afternoon to introduce me to her son, my nephew, the newest addition to my family, and for that I find joy.

I will survive, I just know it.