One rung up the ladder from useless and boring, four down from hysterically entertaining, this blog is a feeble attempt to perfect mediocrity.
Monday, July 09, 2012
File Under: It Could Only Happen To Eliza
Two dates with this guy (I will call him Fisher) and my elbows are killing me! It turns out that talking for hours over dinner can lead to painfully bruised elbows! Two dates, tne and a half hours of conversation...I think my elbows can make the sacrifice!