…and it’s all my fault.

McDonald’s Monopoly game, I demand satisfaction.

Better than Zork ever was, enter a world of limited possibilities.

She’s turning 30 and I’m the only one who can talk her off the spinster ledge. Hopefully she can forgive past…indiscretions. My open letter to Strawberry Shortcake. (Includes a link to my, ahem, MySpace page.)