I hate working Saturdays. I especially hate working on pretty, sunny, almost-spring-like Saturdays. And I always hate working mornings, but pretty, sunny, almost-spring-like Saturday mornings are the absolute worst.
On the other hand, it’s a good hair day and no one has pissed me off yet, so life isn’t all bad.
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Life. Love. Writing. Friendship.
Sex. Books. Movies. Travel. Politics. Feminism. Academia. Insomnia. Rants. Raves. Chocolate. Lots of chocolate. Some names have been changed, some stories have been embellished. Thanks for stopping by and beware of the dog. Read more...
