All I Want For Christmas is Someone to Use My Shower Gel
Remember last year when Landlord gave me this for Christmas? Maybe not, so I’ll refresh your memory with a quick blurb from last year’s post on…
How The Raven Stole The Sun: In 30 Minutes with 30 Kids!
For reasons unbeknownst to me and my fellow teaching artists at The School, the director decided to add a “multicultural focus” to the curriculum this year. …
Sunday Afternoon: Stranger Than Fiction
When I was living in London, I worked at a shop in Putney called Julian Graves. (For all my American readers, Julian Graves is like Harry…
Do You Swing?
Half an hour before The Wedding Date and I are due at my friend’s dinner party on Saturday night, my phone rings. It’s him, and he’s…
A Blissfully Groggy Monday Morning
Well folks, I’ve survived my first television appearance. It wasn’t nearly as glamorous as I’d hoped it would be (the security folks didn’t even want to…
After I Quit My Day Job Goes to 30 Rock
Last night, I had a horrible dream. I was trying to figure out what to wear and my room was a mess and there were clothes…
How to Get a Girl to Stay the Night
Those of you who’ve been following my love life for some time may recall that I penned the following in response to my ill-fated visit to…
The Devil You Know?
Remember that line in Love Actually when Emma Thompson turns to Alan Rickman and says, “The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is it does…
I Blame the Colombian Hot Chocolate
Let’s work our way backwards, shall we? Because frankly, there are few things sexier than a man in his pjs standing in front of the stove…
So Yeah… About Friday Night
Given my inability to find my way out of a paper bag, I’m glad that there’s a landmark just before I have to make the turn…
Too Hot to Handle
Tonight’s date is going to be hot. Super hot. I’m wearing—actually, I probably shouldn’t tell you because there’s a good chance you’re reading this at work…
Four Little Text Messages All in a Row
Date #7 wants me to come for Christmas dinner. Actually Date #7’s mother wants me to come for Christmas dinner but if her son’s cell phone…
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