Yep – the time is here.
I finally have rolled out an advertising platform for ThoughtsFromParis.
In the past I’ve turned down every sponsor that wanted to promote here.
This includes, but not limited to:
Well, if I was a store, this is my grand opening – I want your dough.
I’d like to get serious for a moment. For reals, yo.
The cause of much of my suffering is the illusion that I am different from you.
We are all different. We’re not all the same. You have certain abilities and I have others. Different.
I’m not traditionally a man’s man. I’m not effeminate, either.
My condo is usually less than perfectly clean, I don’t spend more than 30 seconds on my hair (brushes and combs are lame), and once a week I go to sleep without brushing my teeth.
Last time I left you, I had just explained to my forgetful father that I was bringing Jessica home for Thanksgiving dinner with my family.
A woman I had never spent even a second with in mutual physical presence.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
