At least it’s not the Cranberries
The gym is blasting an entire Pink Floyd album over the speakers. Makes sense because whenever I listen to Pink Floyd, the first thing that comes to mind? Weightlifting.
Jedi
We’ve just finished lunch at my favorite type of restaurant, a dark and dirty Mexican taqueria where you’re kind of afraid to sit down anywhere because you might catch chlamydia, and Leta has just finished eating an entire plate of refried beans. That she loves this kind of food as much as I do is [...]
Five years of dealing with my crap
Five years ago today I eloped with this man on a cliff at Yosemite National park: To celebrate we saved up some cash to buy a gourmet coffee machine. Those of you who are single might not know this, but the quality of a cup of coffee can sometimes be directly proportional to how much [...]
