Groundhog Day
I was appalled. Not trying, like you do, in a bad and crazily knotted way to forget him, I suppose I had, until he popped up, unexpectedly in my inbox. Email feels safe; spam is sent off back to the cyber gutter as soon as it larily flirts up at me, and so I wasn’t expecting him. [cont..]
Truth, or...
Playing with truth is a dangerous game. I was at a party a few weeks ago, and when they suggested Truth or Dare, I lied, said I had to go to the bathroom, and hid there until it was all over. [cont..]
A Dose of Mice
Having mice in your house is just like having an STI. You feel certain that other people must surely have this problem too, and you look out for the signs; but you would never dream of admitting it first. [cont..]
Fire, Fire
What is the price of happiness? If you should find yourself in Aberdeen on specially selected Sunday afternoons, the answer is three pounds. [cont..]
The Mistress of Medicine
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