Ian Ayers is not my boyfriend

Ha! That got your attention.

Just to clarify a few things as my readership is sometimes confused:

I am in Connecticut right now. And it’s cold as heck. Trust me people, I’m a professional: don’t even try to keep up with my whereabouts.
Of course I own my place in Charlottesville
I will, without a doubt, attend Darden in the fall. No question.
I still love my Acura
I love Schick Quattro razors
I still ride bikes. A lot. And very fast.
I still have a Gummi Bear and ChexMix addiction.
I still use Burt’s Bees products
I will devote my life and my career to saving the planet.
I still sleep with a stuffed gorilla named Lizzie (“Izzy Bo-wee-la”) that my friend Megan gave me for my 12th birthday.
The only boyfriends I have are boys who are friends. What I DO have is impossible for words to express.
I managed to maintain my tan all winter. God bless Tucson.
I still cannot fit into my Sevens

But my million pairs of fancy shoes still fit. That’s the good thing about shoe size and weight gain.

My vanity knows no bounds and this is the only reason I’ll do situps

By virtue of my Oregon cattle ranch upbringing, I have been innoculated for every known bovine disease. There is no vaccine for Mad Cow, btw, so I still get mad at times.
I will not return your phone call unless you leave me a message. Texting doesn’t count (and it’s expensive).
Any questions?

PS: According to the ladies, Ian is quite fetching in his Rite Aid jersey