It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

I just wrote the greatest spring break entry of all time and I lost it all.

It was full of Fabio goodness and glistening animated stars and Hillary groping my armpits and entreating me to run away with her, and Mr. Romance up the wazoo.

I even melted into a thousand puddles of surrendered femininity!

And now, I will never recapture this moment. It is a very sad day.

*sigh*

Mourning the loss of a post of harlequin proportions at 1:10 a.m.