I’m picturing you kicking back at your desk right now. The after lunch “God, this afternoon will never end” blahs are starting to hit you dovetailing nicely with the “I ate too much at lunch” fatigue. You thought about getting back to work, but decided to take a slight detour from being very nearly productive
This weekend at the Calabasas Pumpkin Festival, my lovely, normally sane, friend asked me if it would be okay if she gave my phone number to her friend (who I had jokingly been calling my boyfriend for six months since he had been unavailable and unthreatening… unlike now). I can only assume that the pumpkin
It’s a Friday. You’re looking to clear out. Your eyes keep darting to the clock at the corner of your screen. You’re sighing because it isn’t 5pm (or 7pm). I understand. I was one of you. This is why I take it as my solemn duty to entertain you until the moment of your freedom
Nothing like a traffic jam at 7:15pm on a Sunday evening to give a girl plenty of time to reflect on the fabulous possibilities that await her. And by fabulous, I mean annoying and potentially disastrous… is what the old me would have said. The new me only thinks positive thoughts. Which is why even