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 shouldn’t have read this, knowing how I get with stories of animals in the aftermath of Katrina. But now that I have, you should too. I get to the kitchen, and there are still two full bowls of cat food on the [more...]
Here I am, back in San Jose after a looooong week back in DC. Every time I make that trip, my comfort level in calling San Jose “home” grows a bit. I really miss my family, but I am reaching a point now [more...]
A couple of hours ago, there was a very loud explosion and the power went out. (It just came back.) Naturally, I jumped nearly out of my skin – I don’t think it has anything to do with living so close to [more...]