Goose And Soda

I recognize that being a heterosexual female is generally a bad life decision.

Month: September, 2012

Hot Mess

I am a sweater.

I don’t mean that as a metaphorical comparison of myself to a sweet and fuzzy angora blend, or a classic traditional wool, or an expensive and unobtainable designer cashmere. I mean that I sweat like Chris Farley trying to keep up at top speed on an uphill treadmill. I sweat like this.

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Deep Down, They’re All Greek.

Or,  “Why I chose to romance a Canadian while on vacation in Europe.”

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