I wake with the moon.
I am at my best when I am a pale shade of in love.
I bake for a living and
when I am not doing that, I write.
Or something like it.
Don’t hang around if you’re a prude, this blog is enthusiastically “in poor taste”
And riddled with capital-A “Ands”
Come for the bad grammar, stay for the smut.
If you’re here because we went on a date and you want to know if I wrote about you, you’re on the wrong page, kid.