Since I seem to use this mostly as a confessional/squee-over-guys place, it is only natural that I would come here.  This is going to be long and boring to almost anyone who reads it, including me, except for looking back on it as time goes by.  Not that I have a HELL of a lot to say, really.  To catch you up:  The next time I went to Mexico, I met ( Read more... )

This Monday might have turned out to be awful, based on the way it began, with Guns N Roses stuck in my head when I woke up ( Read more... )