The Demise of PSM#3
I’m on the third floor of Barnes and Noble leafing through a novel by Simone de Beauvoir when PSM#3 finally deigns to grace me with his…
This is SO Not Good
As I make my way to Rittenhouse Square to meet PSM#3, I find myself in dire need of a pep talk. Having recently discovered, thanks to…
Confessions of a Google Stalker
Having just written about the degradations of stalking my various love interests over the years, I would like to offer a slight clarification. Stalking, as in…
Of Snowflakes and Stalking
To celebrate Wednesday’s snow day (and reward myself for having shoveled the entire sidewalk and driveway), I decided to be truly decadent. First, I rummaged through…
My Chocolate-Induced Revelation
Two and a half peanut butter-cappuccino brownies later, I’ve figured it out: my blog has gotten boring because my life has gotten boring. I’m gainfully employed…
