You know what’s nice? Getting phone calls and e-mails from people who want to make sure I’m all right and plan things with me so I won’t be lonely and sad. It’s sweet of them to care about me-- and somehow surprising that they do. Why is that?
« 2004:
The Year I Become Famous for Something,
But Not in a Paris Hilton Kind of Way
Random Thoughts »
The Year I Become Famous for Something,
But Not in a Paris Hilton Kind of Way
Random Thoughts »
Sorry, comments are closed for this entry.
Comment by on Wednesday, December 31, 2003 
What’s it all about?
Life. Love. Writing. Editing. Sex. Books. Romance. Movies. Friendship. Photography. Teaching. Coffee. (Lots of coffee.) Travel. Feminism. Academia. Insomnia. Memories. Experiences. Rants. Raves. Reviews. Babies. Pregnancy. Motherhood. Insanity. Musings of an insomniac writer. Want to know more?
