We talk about racism and Bill Clinton’s sperm. While I’m at it, on GC, M. Dodd talks about her morning. This is the sort of writing I live for: languid and familiar and gorgeous. And I’ve been meaning to put up another fairy tale. So watch me closely. 😉
Alie Eteraz has been a bad boy (or good boy? You never can tell) in Las Vegas. M. is, by all indications, having a gorgeous Thanksgiving. And as for me, I’m reading Donne and thinking about the banality of murder and death.