I almost died last month. Shouldn't that make me grateful for life?

Maybe I've watched too many movies, but I wonder sometimes if I am missing out. I've never had wild, throw everything off the desk or can't wait to be with you in the back of a cab kind of sex. Is that normal? I don't think I've ever wanted it that bad. But I wish I did. Is there something wrong with me?

I've gone from a quiet, kidless weekend of just the drudgery of packing for my move, to fun, fun fun! Meeting the girls for dim sum today-never actually been to a dim sum restaurant, then we are heading over to Dundas Square for a supposed/alleged/rumoured surprise performance by John Mayer ( Read more... )

I'm back. You know who I am if I invite you to be my friend. Otherwise, go away.