I've been hired for the job of "valentine" for one: William. We're getting pie, which suspiciously sounds like it may be made by him. Combined with the hint of white Russians happening, the night will, lacking anything else, be great because it will consist of chocolate cream pie and my favorite drink. Not to mention ridiculously charming company ( Read more... )

So for the second year in a row, Luke and I went to French Roast for this bullshit holiday we just had ( Read more... )