I am just trying to get it down so I don't forget. Which happens a lot. My non-virtual journal entries tend to devolve into lists of things to do that never get done. This place is filling up fast with brainfarts. Here, take this clothespin.
If Google brought you here, I'm sorry. You are unlikely to find what you were searching for. But there's plenty to see if you care to browse around.
Friday, October 26, 2012
Professional Charm
If the men of New York were as charming as her waiters and bartenders, I would fall in love and have my heart broken, every second of every day.
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