Goals. Ambitions. Dreams. Desires. Apparently, you’re supposed to have some. Let’s just say that my dreams, my sex life, and my Lamborghini are all remarkably similar, in that they’re all imaginary. Living in survival mode…
Tag: writing
Red Cow, Blue Cow
I forgot to mention that I went to karaoke last Tuesday. The State of the Voice is a bit better, obviously. But my upper notes are still lost to me, so I kept it to…
At Row Fee
I have to say, I miss my old muse from a decade back. She was the best. Always whispering in my ear – okay, not always – many times SCREAMING multiple things at once, a…