I’d forgotten all about Cash Money ’til late last night when I noticed a new avi for one of my favourite people on Twitter. If any of my girls remember Cash Money, you’ll agree with me on the striking resemblance. I met him at the club. He was about two inches shorter than me, but … More Cash Money
Ok, maybe not so much wooed. But they sure impressed us. And yes, yes….they proved us wrong…..SOME men haven’t lost the art of conversation. It was an awesome evening. It was so awesome that the powers-that-be are making it an annual affair. We were in great company – even Twitter friends came out *waves at Hayle … More They Came. They Spoke. They Wooed.
I got to work an hour and a half early today. You’d be surprised how quickly time flies when you’re reading blogs. I also took the wrong exit but there’s a good explanation for this: He pulled up next to me in a black BMW Z4 convertible. He was obviously distinguished with his salt and … More My Morning Paper – June 16, 2011
Men and their egos. I love them. The bigger the ego, the better the conversation (in my opinion anyhow). How great would it be for you to get full bragging rights to an event that involves your big….ego? Imagine being given the title of “Toronto’s Most Cunning Linguist”? Kinda sexy no? Say it with me…..c-u-n-n-i-n-g … More Looking For My Cunning Linguist
I think I just approved a spam comment on my site. Oops. Now what? I was feeling awesome this morning. I was up at 6:30. Big improvement. Now however? Not so much. People are bothering me. Speaking of people ’cause he’s a universe all on his own my ex-husband called me “just to check up … More My Morning Paper – June 10, 2011
I have a raping headache. I took head pills last night before bed, at 6 this morning and again at 8. It’s still here. Morning Papers was something I read off a writing website. Apparently the best writers in the world do morning papers. You write whatever comes to mind first thing in the morning … More My Morning Paper – June 9th
Every once in a while, I get into this “dating” kick where I want to actually be accompanied to dinner/movies/drinks with a man. You know, meet someone new, get to know them a little bit assuming they can actually converse and enjoy their company over a martini while butterflies build in anticipation of what’s … More Savannah Goes Speed Dating