I’m up to 10,000 words-plus on my “oh-woe-is-me-recovery” that I’m growing ever more confident will for the good of all will never see the light of internet photons. Albeit that may be more to minimize my embarrassment over how very pathetic and infuriatingly lame that wallowing claptrap is.
But in the meantime, here’s a shot of me with a few single ladies. If those princes liked it they should’ve put a ring on it…
And since this coming weekend is my Avengers Half Marathon (races wait for no injury… that’s the smart way to run, right?), here’s a buddy-cop picture with Natasha “Black Widow” Romanoff. If she likes emotionally distant, monosyllabic dudes with anger management issues, I might have a shot…
