“Yeah but if you explain to a new date that you’re going through a really hard time right now — like a really hard time right now — she’s either going to run the other way because she knows you’re not in a great mental state to begin a new relationship, or she’s going to cling. Big time.” Read the rest of this gem…
Well.
Based on my last non-post, you may have guessed that I went somewhere last week.
Somewhere beachy. Read the rest of this gem…
I only have a few hours in paradise, and Because I’m me, I didn’t write anything ahead of time.
Sorry about that.
So I have no real post because
This morning I awoke and stretched languidly in bed. It was likely my only cat-like move for the day — the rest will be stiff and sore, more stick bug than feline, so I made the stretch a good one.
And then I froze.
Food.
What can I say? I love it. I love it so much that I sometimes watch the scene from Spanglish where Adam Sandler makes The Sandwich on repeat. I love it so much that I plan whole days, weeks, vacations around its consumption. Read the rest of this gem…
So.
The budget — and I use the term “budget” very loosely — for this kitchen has been stretched tighter than the belly skin I burned at the beach yesterday.
(I’m really bad at similes.)
Dear College Boys Next Door:
It’s been a while since I’ve written you last. The neighborhood has been fresh and calm, abuzz with the sounds and smells of spring.
I’ve been in a weird place lately. Read the rest of this gem…
Money Money Money Mon-ay — Mon-ay!
Sing it. You know you want to. Read the rest of this gem…