I've found this to be largely true:
Seriously, though Kate can read my mind...
Tatus, I'm sorry. I forgot. Trying to juggle yours, mine and the Best Male Friend's schedules got me all fucked up. We both sent you another someecard to apologize, which you'll probably read in 2 weeks.
What the the Best Male Friend thinks:
About that CD:
It was one of those weeks:
I'm a walking contradiction:
John and Yoko met over this simple word:
It'd been a busy week:
Hey, cut me some slack: I was manic for days!
I mean, really...this was this week's biggest challenge!
Handling both of you guys isn't easy.
Totally. You all have one pesky trait in common:
Not physically, anyway:
I've spent a considerable amount of time in the sun as of late, and I'm starting to look like the Leather Lady:
A vast amount of meme-worthy Jesus pictures made it around this week, which all scare me:
Learned a bit about color theory:
I should really contemplate exercise:
Another vast truism:
Bob Welch. Why?
Suicide is so unnecessary! We'll always have "Sentimental Lady" and "Ebony Eyes," and his catalog of work with Fleetwood Mac: