...I'm beginning to think that forgetting is not such a great thing if it means I keep getting sandbagged like this.
Maybe I should mark February 19 and September 5 on the calendar.
Time to go listen to music and cry for a while.
Huh. I just now noticed that somebody who unfriended me lo-these-many-months-if-not-years-ago not only unfriended me, they deleted one or more…
During my junior high and high school years, my mother was a theater professor. Every spring, the department did a Shakespearean comedy. One year, it…
As I sit here pinning gathered ruffles onto a skirt (OMG I HATE GATHERING I AM BUYING A RUFFLER FOOT AT THE EARLIEST OPPORTUNITY) I find myself…