So last week I received this rather odd and interesting email. It was from a chick who had attached this piece that I should read. It was a personal account of what happened to her when she recently went …
After last week’s short stint at the gym, I feel that my dancing prowess is on trial and I have to defend it with all that I can. Although I am yet to win any medal to prove that …
The day sucked. You need a drink. You wedge your car between a lustrous BMW 3 series and a priestly Toyota TX with a “Baby on Board” sticker. Inside you climb onto the bar chair and tell the barman …
I finally got to convince my very stubborn self that I needed to go to the gym. Not to watch people exercise and marvel at the equipment in the gym then lie to the instructor that I will be …
I have one reader from Papua New Guinea. I know this because Google Analytics told me so. I used to see him last month, one lone reader from a random nondescript country. Who would have thought? What the hell …
