Another sushi dinner for the lady and myself. Far better than watching out-of-touch people be awarded little golden naked Art Deco men.
The sushi must not have been good. The Lady informed me that she no longer wishes to be The Lady.
I knew something wasn't quite right when I was starting to let down my guard and feel generally contented. Guess it's back to the more familiar and comfortable asshole mode for me.
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$950 for a purse that doesn't have room for a powder compact, let alone a wallet?