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.
I found tonight’s episode of Manor House to be very disturbing, with it’s footage of shooting birds and the serving of an entire head of a pig. Edwardian, yes. Something I really wanted to see? No. One of [more...]
I really can’t figure out the point of dating anymore. It seems, quite simply, to be an exercise in whittling away the ego and leaving the participants — or, at least, one of them — diminished. Take [more...]
Every day for the last two months, I’ve been entering to win the HGTV Dream Home. It’s a beautiful Victorian style house in southeastern Georgia, with a cupola and tower — I always wanted a tower. The [more...]
