I went hunting for some matches today because I wanted to set something on fire. Relax. I was only going to burn a candle, or Suzy Homemaker in effigy, or something. It had been a long time since I’d gone looking for matches, but for some reason I had a hunch they’d be in the snack cupboard. Continue reading “Burning Desire”
Confessions From The Cul-de-Sac
If cleanliness is next to godliness, then I'm going to hell.
