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Just bought my first iBook. I feel like I'm cheating on the real book with it's younger, hotter friend. And hoping for a threesome.
“Every time you use the passive voice, a kitten is killed by God.” Thank you for that, @cleversimon.
My dating profile, Herpeslovestocook, isn't getting much play lately. I thought cooking was a turn-on for men. Weird.
In the South, many women won't leave the house without makeup on. Mom and I are impressed if we leave with pants on.
When one's home dinner choices are limited to Poppy Seed dressing or Worcestershire sauce, I do believe it's time to get a handler.
Warm coffee, cool breeze, leaves changing, and Nat Geo's "Inside Maximum Security Prison: Gangland." Sunday morning...
My coffee's taste description: "roasted notes of surprising roundness and lingering finish." Turns out, roundness tastes a lot like chicken.
NY tourists, there's no need to wear backpacks on your front. Seriously. Relax. We can get into those too.
Man blows a horn, little girl sits patiently. Summer in the city, at City Hall park. http://t.co/q9JtvY7u
I hope that someday my life and my daydreams can discuss viable options for a more parallel coexistence.
Vacation idea: If you enjoy saving money, solitude & reading, spend a glorious week on the toilet! Need more vacation ideas? Inquire within.
I've tried, but I just can't get it up for the Olympics. Maybe if it dressed sluttier.
"Ladies invited": Inside Pete's Tavern, one of NY's oldest bars (1864). http://t.co/Hj4Sqx9f
@thenardvark Recording my own non-voluntary heat discussions to play on a loop for faster bedtime. Can send a copy. Also, it's hot. Discuss.
@thenardvark Me too! Oh, you mean on Twitter. Yeah, what I'm doing is probably called something else.
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