a.k.a Petitebete. Office drone by day, amateur closeted erotica writer by night (hard to write in a closet let me tell you). Dabbler, dilettante, self-deprecator. Musings, rants, social commentary and the occasional flash of fictional semi-brilliance when the Muse smacks me upside the head. Under-promising and over-delivering since 1989. Canadian, in case the backdrop wasn't clear indication enough.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The Pashmina Mafia is heading to Puerto Plata for sun, fun and rum. Screw you winter, you've hung around far too long. Upon my return I will post pictures and travel stories and the names of the boys we leave behind with broken hearts.
