If there’s one thing I know about relationships, it’s that they take time and several bumpy mistakes along the way.  And when they (the mysterious experts) tell you life’s coming up roses, sometimes a girl needs a garden to prove it… but it obviously doesn’t lend to the storefront of romance, flowers or not. 

(For the record, the outfit to your left is fantastic… just my style!!!)

These long distant, text messaging, e-mailing, and phone calling moments once deemed LDR’s are now commonly referred to as the romantically challenged. 

The love handicapped or dare I say, the erogenously disadvantaged. 

So, in my near Diet Pepsi/Popsicle combination-coma, I being a writer, found time in the saga that it is my life to aesthetically unwind, reboot my mental hard drive, nurture my wanton internet compulsions, and yes of course, to stop to smell the… designer bonanza better known as Sex and the City.

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