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.
My commute is usually 13 miles, taking about 45 minutes. Yesterday, it was 30 miles, and an hour and a half. Someone spotted a “suspicious package” near the bridge into D.C., and the police shut it down [more...]
I just went out to get something out of my trunk, and Diego followed me, barking as the screen door opened. When I came back to the front door, I saw something behind the screen door, between it and the front door [more...]
As of tomorrow night, I’ll be somewhat uncomfortably ensconced in the Hyatt Regency Chicago hotel — that’s not an invitation for stalkers, but if a dozen roses or a bottle of Bombay Sapphire showed up [more...]
