Year: 2011

Sometimes when we touch, it all becomes too much, or however that insipid big-hair, pastel-jogging-suit, pet-rock, polyester-leg-warmer-era song goes. I

C’mon . . . let’s watch this together . . . snuggle close . . . that’s right . .

C’mon. You’re Samantha Dale Horton and you’re the prettiest girl this town has ever seen and you can always get

It’s been freezing in the outside world ’round these parts. I managed to venture forth in some of the worst

Just for fun, during a moment of frozen immobility, I logged into my favourite job board account just for fun.

I like crackers. I didn’t used to like crackers. When I was a child, my father often ate clam choweder

I’m shortly about to begin a very hazardous trip. I get the feeling that I may not make it. There’s