Why do we find relationship trainwrecks so fascinating?
And I completely include myself, here. The last couple of days in the Bay Area have been chock-full of conversation about the wacky antics of some remarkable people. It's been wonderful, really, particularly as a way of bonding with folks you haven't seen in a while.
I guess I'm a terrible person for finding it all so intriguing, eh?
I guess I'm a terrible person for finding it all so intriguing, eh?