It’s 4:49 on a Wednesday. For about 2o minutes I thought it was actually Tuesday, but no. I was wrong. You know it is Wednesday because you started the strategic countdown to your weekend on Monday at around 8:55am. I’d love to be able to tell you that I have riveting things to share with
Because I spend a lot of time looking at the ads that run on this site (side q: have you ever noticed how many dating sites exist on the internet?), I’ve become fascinated by this one particular site: Go Moment. I haven’t signed up yet, but I’m in love with their descriptions. It’s rare when
This commercial hurts my heart a little bit. I can’t help but feel sorry for this poor man. Can you imagine always seeing disappointment in someone’s eyes when they first see you? And yes, I know that this is just a commercial and that this man is an actor. Still. I kind of want to
I am in dating “no man’s land” (literally and figuratively). I’m too young for OurTime.com and too old for speed/stir dating in Los Angeles (which apparently has a cut-off of 42). It’s something they don’t warn you about—but I am here to tell you that it exists. It might actually be illegal for you to
Today I slipped into the sexiest thing I own. See? What did I tell you? I have never been hotter. Now go do your sexy self a favor and vote!
How do they know my life?
I’m the first to admit that I love “chick lit.” I don’t know if it’s my over-identification with the romantic troubles or the universal themes, but I love it. I feel like it went out of fashion for a while, but that in the last several years, women’s commercial fiction has really made a come
I should start this by saying that I’m still thinking warm and fuzzy thoughts for the people impacted by Sandy. I’m here in Los Angeles. We had 80 degree weather. We had Halloween. We had traffic snarls and relationship drama. In short, it was a semi-normal week in the neighborhood. As you might remember, I’m