s had craving for mackers last night and swore off guys between bites of filet-o-fish.
f called for the first time-- ok, maybe second-- since i flew here.. imagine the intensity of his 'issues of the heart' to talk to me for 114 minutes.
'tis the season of broken hearts again. just in time for un-spring weather-- cold, windy, rainy.
am single too so in no position to encourage them. i tried, ''erm, in the books i've read--''
''books are all fake!'' s screeched.