2012

Sometimes, bossing people around gets exhausting. Sometimes, you just want to kneel.

L and I are starting a contest to see whose blog does better — metrics, prizes, punishments, the whole deal. She’s worried I’ll kick her ass. I’m still figuring out the prizes.

Sex at Dawn told me what I wanted to hear, which is exactly why I didn’t trust it.

She wasn’t much to look at, but her mouth ruined me for everyone else.

A evening out, planned in detail — for someone I won’t be joining.

A resolution I somehow left off the list.