I read this handy little list today over coffee: 7 Things Not To Share With Your Boyfriend.
To my shock and awe, I came up very short. The TMI list included sharing:
Your Bodily Functions
Your Girlfriends’ Secrets
Your Toothbrush
Your Password
Your Dislike For His Mother
Your Insecurities
Your Past…In Detail
There must be a different list for wives, right? Here’s hoping.
On another note, above you’ll see the recent collection of refuse on my corner. I’ve written about this baffling phenomenon before. Well, it continues unabated. This particular pile has been there for at least five days. I’m secretly hoping Brad and Angie will come by and nab it all for their kids. I hear they sometimes sojourn in the beautiful neighborhood of Los Feliz too.
What, people? Nobody wants this couch with no cushions and skuzzy, JC Penny lazy boy from 1990? Nobody wants these hangers, some mysterious black mesh, and a nasty baseball t-shirt that a crackhead blew his nose in?
I really don’t see why.
Emily Southwood 
A cup of Jello alone has less than 20 calories, but a lot of processed sugar. Irishman Walking is about my walking the coastal roads of Japan through a series of summer, winter, spring, and autumn stages.