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.
Today I got an email about one of those websites that tracks people you went to school with; it was a page for the Jefferson class of 1985, and of course I started poking around to see who was listed. And there was a [more...]
I was driving around this afternoon, looking at neighborhoods up near downtown San Jose — more on this later — and on the way home, drove down Monterey Highway. It was one of those deja vu moments which I [more...]
1. Would you consider yourself an organized person? Why or why not? Absolutely not. Sometimes it might appear that I am organized, but this is merely because I am a creature of habit and tend to keep my piles in the [more...]
