Three Swoon-Worthy Romances and Three that Should’ve Stayed Friends
I can’t believe that I’m unconvinced about a romance with People Magazine’s Sexist Man Alive Paul Rudd. It’s a waste, really.
I can’t believe that I’m unconvinced about a romance with People Magazine’s Sexist Man Alive Paul Rudd. It’s a waste, really.
The best days of our lives are behind us; the best days of our lives are before us.
He sings along as he weighs my onions.
Something felt almost sacred about holding them, the faded writing scrawled on the back of fraying cards.
Unlike computer interfaces, however, life has yet to present me with a box I can check that says “Do not ask me again.”
After a year or so, he wouldn’t remember the first trip, and the third trip with the same snack samples would be just as much of a treat.
If I had to choose between a mediocre french onion soup and a meal of three corn dogs with spicy mayo, I would choose the former every time
In one corner, it imagines a boat.
“I’ve tried this book before,” said I, “with the success of a sore-legged predator. It stings and slogs in a circus of circumlocutions.”
I awaited the next instruction; it never came.