If you know the Kennedy's then you're familiar with tragedy. One pious, over-medicated woman has 9 kids with some cheating asshole and suddenly America is awash in assassinations, divorces and more plane crashes than statistically reasonable. But America also got Chanel suits, Ivy League dreams, and the first and last president hot enough to bang. You can smell the scent of desperation on a Kennedy a mile away, but you can also catch the whiff of awesome. I should have been a Kennedy.
Reread yesterday's post. Add 5 drinks (B's lost yesterday), an attempt to master meditation, and looking up the word "shame" in the dictionary. Subtract therapy session.
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