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.
The car in front of me was swerving erratically. The reason was obvious: the driver was chatting on the phone, holding it to his ear while he drove. Which, of course, is illegal. He continued to swerve, and the next [more...]
The time is quickly approaching, and it’s coming far faster than I had hoped. Yeah, I’ve mostly packed everything already — I did it before I put the house on the market — but there are still [more...]
Merry Christmas from the foggy San Jose version of a “White Christmas”…
