hello i love you won’t you tell me your name? what’s in your pocket for the weekend lollipops? tonight, i plan on losing my voice with mumford and son’s. tomorrow, more shouting {microphone assisted} with my gangsta’s looking to sweat and...
it’s my belief that some of the most interesting people in my life are those that serve me my coffee. of late, my tea. jefferey a born-again, post-pubescent, recently out of the closet starbucks manager, who fiercely insists my skirts are too too long and my...
hunkiest and i are convinced are house houses a ghost. a friendly ghost albeit. non prone to spooking, hi-jinks, nor treachery. but said ghost has bewitched our dear truman. lately we’ve been finding truman in the most curious rooms of our abode, fixedly staring...
man down. s stomach flu. me. last 36 hours. in the process of developing a newly found, unnatural relationship with my bathroom floor; i also carved out, new bikini abs, perfect for summer. silver lining kind of girl. Similar posts:tepid tuesdayit's friday i'm in...
