0 Replies to “A Love That Dare Not Speak Its Name”

  1. IT’S SO DAMN HARD. I visited Meesta Bareesta today after an absence of … of … um, about ten days, I think. Since before Easter. And he *still* remembered my order.

    I wrote that entry as I supped on my extra-large, extra-strong latte, and gloated at the glory of the excellent relationship I’ve cultivated with MB. I felt guilty, too, because I had the plunger coffee right here at work.

    The dilemma, the dilemma.

    I’ve decided, though, that I’ll go see MB on Tuesdays and Thursdays, because I start early on those days. I need the extra pick-me-up. That’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it.


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