a warm sweater is sexier

Now that was a weekend. In a complete departure from last weekend in which I interacted with no one, slept a lot, and otherwise took care of business and myself, this weekend Drone and I were attached at the hip as we got drunk, nursed hangovers, got drunk, nursed hangovers, got drunk, nursed hangovers. I guess I'm just one of those passionate all-or-nothing type people. Um, no I'm really not. Not at all.

Anyway, the only "productive" thing I managed to do this weekend (I didn't even buy alcohol or food for my own party) was to create, with considerable help from Drone, what may have to go down in history as the worst online dating profile in the history of, well, online dating profiles. Ladies and Gentlemen, behold bod2match, the anorexic Wiccan IT recruiter. So far she's gotten three responses: one overly sincere spoken word type poem, one wink from a 36-year-old scientist in Heidelberg, Germany, and one wink from a no-picture finance dude in a relationship and looking for "play." Yes, Drone and I just turned 13-years-old.