Soppho

Confession: I’d like to pass this off as one of the chocolates I got for Valentine’s Day this year. But it’s not, because I am weak, because I am a stereotypical lover of chocolate, and, predictably, because the ones I got from Valentine’s Day are long gone.  I mean, have you looked at this thing? [...]

This is Louie, also known as Louie Loustoferson, or—when he’s feeling a little sassy—Lou Lou Fabulous. I adopted him from the SPCA two years ago this spring. He was a stray, and it was a friend of mine and her husband who found him; whenever they’d step outside of their apartment, Louie would come running [...]

Apartment hunting in Charlottesville is tough. I know, I know. Cue Carrie Bradshaw tapping out on her funny looking Mac something ridiculously cliched like, In New York, the only thing more difficult to find than a good man with reservations to the hottest new spot in town on a Friday night is a good, rent-controlled [...]

 
 
xkcd always has something brilliant to say on the matter.

Y Chromosome pulls a light colored strand from his shirt.
Me: Your other girlfriend’s hair, I presume?
Y Chrome: It’s not hair. I think it’s a fiber.
Me: Riiiiight. I believe you. What’s her name?
Y Chrome: Polly-Esther Rayon.
Me: A southern woman, hm? I should have known.