Tom didn’t know how he got here. He remembered stalking the woman through the parking lot, waiting for the right moment to make the grab. Her Coach handbag dangled from her elbow as he tagged behind her, pretending to text on his phone to lessen suspicion. He waited until she exited the parking lot onto…
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Meet Edgar
Internet, this is Edgar. Edgar, Internet.
That’s how it works, right?
I noticed a particularly long eyebrow hair jutting from my brow during my drive this morning. A few attempts were made at stoplights to either tame it into line with the rest of the brow or pluck it for trying to stand out. I was unsuccessful mid drive to remove it, so rather than create…
I’ve done this before
All in all, I’d say this is the fifth time I’ve restarted a blog/website. No, make that six. Back in the way early days of blogging, I had a blogspot blog. After some careful searching I was able to find it again, and of the two posts visible one basically says I decided to delete…