I make bad choices.

It’s not my fault, they told me I only had a few months to live. So I:

1. Broke up with the love of my life, Brad Matthews, a sexy firefighter with biceps for days and a body that won’t quit
2. Started having lots of unfulfilling sex with random strangers, despite what my therapist said.
3. Volunteered with the local PD to solve a cold case plaguing our little town. Though, now that I think about it, that one is a good choice.
4. Thought about adding the sexy new guy in town to item 2, but I think he’s got a thing for one of my besties.
5. Drank. A lot.

And then, wait for it, I didn’t die.

Now Brad’s got a new girlfriend who wears sweater sets and drinks Diet Coke out of a straw.

And I’ve got a stalker who put a hidden camera in my house; I don't even want to think about the things he's got recorded.

Needless to say, it may be time to re-evaluate my life.