Memoirs from February 2012
Crime terrifies me. A few years ago I experienced a home invasion and the experience really stuck. I’ll often dream of shady burglars terrorising my home, and piles of clothing will transform themselves into master thieves in the night.
Dear Cynthia, I write to you as I fear I've done it again: I have fallen in love. She is young and charming and naive and reminds me of you. Always of you.
Yesterday I spent several minutes wondering what the collective noun for fettuccine was. Then I realised it was just fettuccine.
Someone somewhere in the world just made a delicious chili and I can't stop thinking about it. #mmm
5 days ago from web
Currently, I'm pumping iron while listening to Paul Simon – You Can Call Me Al