Can somebody please enlighten me as to the moment when I stopped growing up and started growing old?
I think it was the day the following sentence escaped my lips: "Oh, look, bread's on sale!"
Thus begins the part of this blog which isn't The Thing Is. It will continue to grow as I reconstruct my typing past. The posts which follow are a pour-over of what I've written since I began creating
What you need to do on the second date, ladies, is put your life in the gentleman’s hands, because all the awkwardness is so much easier to bear when trees and cows and people are rushing up at severa
"As of 10:28 AM, today hasn't gone too badly." -younger, stupider me, 10:28 AM This just in from the Typed Too Soon Department: I walked out of the office today thinking, "You know, that wasn't too ba