One of today's Fortunes
The feeling persists that no one can simultaneously be a respectable writer and understand how a refrigerator works, just as no gentleman wears a brown suit in the city. Colleges may be to blame. English majors are encouraged, I know, to hate chemistry and physics, and to be proud because they are not dull and creepy and ( Read more... )

I am completely and utterly in love ( Read more... )

Happy three months, my dearest. I love you.

(And vow to never forget anniversaries, birthdays, etc.)

( Everyone loves some good photos, no? )

She posted this to my journal as private, but I don't see any reason to leave it as such.

You, my dear, left your journal signed in on my computer. *grins ( Read more... )