I live to serve.

It helps that I grew up in the south where, as everyone knows, "bless your heart!" usually translates to "fuck you, bitch"

I like to describe shade, when done well, as a single drop of poison in a jar of honey. It is the insult you THINK you've been given but can never be quite sure of.

Not really.

On being in the Chuck costume:

be right over dude

Ours was in a pretty well to do suburb north of Chicago.

The first person she should stay away from, will be the children's father/fathers. Those suckers will be coming after her with both hands and both feet grasping for all they can get.

Fuck that guy (if he exists). I hope every judge would see through that shit and be like, nah, playa. nah. Also, she can now afford all the best lawyers, all of them.

I've just started reading Courtney Milan and Tessa Dare and I'm really enjoying them. Well-written, engaging plots, sharp dialogue. I'm usually pushing hard in these threads for Elizabeth Hoyt - really great characters and sexsexsexsexsex.

Sometimes two famous people enter into a business marriage that makes them both superstars. When this happens, one might get angry with the other for blatantly acknowledging his side piece and ruining the whole charade. Nothing to do with emotional or sexual jealousy. This is about bank.

There will never be a post about notorious RBG where this picture is not appropriate.

While I really enjoy Milan and other current romance writers, I wouldn't oversell them. They're still romance novels. But if you like the genre but don't like some of the older tropes or Harlequin style they may right up your alley.

I haven't read Trade Me yet (my kobo died, goddamn it), but I've read most of her other books. I thoroughly enjoy them and her attention to history. She has a couple that tackle mental illness in the mid-Victorian era, which are simply outstanding for so many reasons.

We are on the same page.

THIS. Is masturbation material. That up there is not.

All of this 50 shades of grey talk is just reminding me that I haven't had sex since the summer. It feels like I will NEVER HAVE SEX AGAIN. Even worse, my vibrator broke this morning. Everything is turrible.

Chuch. Stephanie Mills's "Home" hits me everywhere.