Monday, December 12, 2005
It makes an ass of you and me. Well, mostly you. And it's the bane of my existance. Just don't do it! (I'm saying that to the 4 people who have, in the last 5 days, asked me about "my boyfriend," each of them alluding to a different guy. Apparently now all I have to do to have a bf is sit by someone. Stop!!!)
I think I'm tired of trying to do a daily blog blurb, so maybe I'll aim for weekly or something. And then I drafted something for th...
Back to IST - jumped the Havas bus to Taksim Square and set off to find the apartment I'd rented through Airbnb. We got a little lost,...
Him: You're like McDonalds. (Me thinking "Huh?") Him: I'm lovin it. No, actually I'm loving it.
My friend Sabra put together a private class at Citrus Pear dinners over the summer, and I was stoked to try it out. You head to a local gro...