my itch for new scenery is at an all-time high. hunkiest thinks i’m in need of a vacation, but the over-emoting actress in me believes the only way to quiet the feisty ants in my linen knickers is to pack up, traverse the continent, and order new home address...
it’s been a bee-hive, busy may. this month i might have promised too many honey pots, so i’m looking forward to a slower, more languid, mint juleps in the afternoon, chased with a pre-supper siesta, sort of summer. for the next three months my tuition is...
“history is orphan. it can speak, but cannot hear. it can give, but cannot take. its wounds and tragedies can be read and known, but cannot be avoided or cured.” ~kedar joshi Similar posts:want it wednesdayAh, to be young again....marriageWhat Dinner...
like the hundreds of thousands of lawless, african honey bees who, with the discipline of an invading military, swarmed into tampa, florida, swaddling and engulfing two park rangers, the same could be said for our recent warm weather which has marched in and occupied...
we know i am depth-less. but when it comes to my taste in music, there is no basement. the new avril lavigne jingle is no exception. it’s a hard, foot-stomping beat, with dumb-downed, look-at-me-i’m-edgy-angry-and-say-the-F-word a lot lyrics. my favorite...
