Not this Mr. Pitt. This one. I'll refrain from typing too many adjectives about him or going too far with this. Just know that I fell in love with him when I was 15. It was during this scene …
kiss me like you mean it. (no, please don’t.)
When I arrived, I wanted to kiss the ground. Yet, I refrained. Possible hepatitis by way of the ground, even the French kind, is still hepatitis. Anyway. Other places I wanted to kiss, but didn't, because my rabid love of Paris didn't mean I was crazy: I wanted to kiss the triangle things at The …
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Keep Your Voice Down When Making Declarations of Love: Random Memory #1
Welcome to a new feature on This Square Peg, where I share the random memories that come to me during my morning commute to work! You're welcome. There's always a catalyst to the memories. This particular morning, as I stepped off the train, I saw a young woman who reminded me of a girl that …
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This Square Peg. 