Category Not Dawson's Creek.
Forty Six Days.
Let’s not lie here, women hold grudges. Grudges they (rarely) ever get over, even when they smile right to your face and swear the “past is in the past”. I haven’t been much different. I remember what’s been done to me, by different guys I’ve dated, and what it’s done to my heart and general […]
Clean hands.
Several things have happened in the last twenty four hours: 1. I found this little gem after actually searching, and not just tweeting to Meg about it’s whereabouts. It always makes my day-“Lady in the sweater vest, I’m lookin’ at you!” 2. I have almost unpacked my entire apartment and put everything where it belongs. […]
Unexpected Liberation 