There’s a container of brownies in the work kitchen and they’re calling my name. It’s not the normal kind of call that red wine makes, which is more of a low, slow Barry White type of call, with some really lovely and unexpected boyish undertones. It’s certainly not the same as the Milk Duds in [...]
Category Archives: stuff that's wrong with me
The real reason I own stock in Glade
08.12.08 –
The laptop is broken. Busted. Ruined. Kaput. It is a lie to say I didn’t have a hand in this, as I did, and probably more than one. You see I like a clean work space but also prefer to work on the bed, where I can prop myself up on plush pillows, just as [...]
A Very Special Episode: Sweets Surrender, The Ocho
08.06.08 –
I am a complete sucker for punishment. I also cannot control myself when it comes to checking up on things. Like anything in the oven. Like old boyfriends via Google. I guess that last one is more like stalking, but you get the idea.
And so it was last night that after two glasses of wine [...]