Fire burning, protected by chapter 13.

Dinner at Axe last night with Anna.

Chow time!

My adversaries try shaming me with sneaky references to jail…like silly children.

I can’t stop thinking about HGTV’s Kitchen Cousins. Trapped in a double penetration vortex with these thick thighed men, my face torn apart by their searing Italian stubble.

Yes, who wants a boy when you can have a man?

You know my type? Nebbish, short, hairy, huge brain. Keep your opera sophistication. Keep it!