taking shots
I’d just put on LMFAO’s “Shots” and the beau was dancing in the most ludicrous manner possible: lots of hip-wiggling and butt-thrusting. He stuck his tongue out in concentration and pumped his arms...
Read MoreI’d just put on LMFAO’s “Shots” and the beau was dancing in the most ludicrous manner possible: lots of hip-wiggling and butt-thrusting. He stuck his tongue out in concentration and pumped his arms...
Read MoreI’ve been spending a lot of time alone lately. This is something I am accustomed to, and...
Read MoreSunday night we lugged our suitcases into a stranger’s house that somehow contained all our...
Read MoreHey, you. You there. I know you sense that I’ve written here about sports, and I know that...
Read MoreY’all are pretty much aware that I don’t usually publish posts unless they meet a minimum of 237,013 paragraphs. Accordingly, I save my briefer thoughts for expression via Twitter. Trouble is, thoughts aren’t...
Read MoreI worked. I slaved. I sweated. I bled. I dreamt. I researched. I researched. I researched. And...
Read MoreThis is a day late, but I had to post. Sorry thank you goodbye. A year ago this weekend, I found myself with a group of friends in Newport Beach, CA. It was a perfect storm of happy coincidence: our friend Randall was in the...
Read MoreThis was originally published as past of a series called In Her Own Words, in recognition of...
Read MoreWe were honeymooning on Vancouver Island. On the drive from Ucluelet to the ferry terminal in...
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