I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
Sometimes I get worked up about things that a normal human being would have no qualms about. Tonight, it was ants. I went down to the kitchen and discovered that there were ants crawling on my counter, in the sink, and [more...]
I’m beginning to wonder about life expectancy here in San Jose. In Arlington, where I’m from (just across the river from DC) the murder rate was pretty close to nothing and there didn’t seem to be a [more...]
This is perhaps one of the best quotes I’ve ever read — from Yolanda King, daughter of Martin Luther and Coretta Scott King, on her mother’s condition after a stroke (emphasis mine): “We are [more...]
