Not In Kansas Anymore...

Click your heels, and see if home is where you hang your hat, or somewhere else inside yourself as this simple, postmodern girl takes on L.A.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

I was wrong: Mr. Naughty ( he does have a real name. I'm trying to think of a good alias for it, as it is--oh ha ha ha-- the same name as a recent ex of mine, but I kind of like this one. Tee hee.) was swayed by my email. "What a happy coincidence," he writes. "I would still like to meet you. What is your schedule like?"

Good god, am I somehow going to get some nookie for my birthday? I know, how crude. Listen: when you're where I am about it, being coy is pointless.