'Smug' or 'Good Sunday'

Riding home in a cab at noon wearing my clothes from last night and a smug look on my face.

From the arms of a lover in over his head to one at a local boutique hotel for champagne, French toast and a quick fuck before he heads back to Afghanistan.

I've heard I'm intimidating, lovely, sexy, fun, open, wild, smart, ridiculously funny, and a bad ass.

Not a bad Sunday.

And I even resisted the urge to get another tattoo.