I feel like a Mastercard commercial. Laptop blah blah dollars, airline tickets such and such, having people say you inspire them… priceless. Continue reading…
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After my episode last week I’ve sorted myself out and am ready to return to the world of down under… Continue reading…
My solstice season has involved hiding inside houses scented with balsam pine candles; guzzling whiskey
egg nog with various family members; and eating chocolate macaroons with hot cinnamon coffee (no sugar thanks). Continue reading…
I realize no one is going to ‘beat down my door’ as was put to me yesterday. Continue reading…
I can’t believe is was snowing yesterday! I felt it coming the day before when I decided to go for a jog. This was a bad idea for a few reasons, like Gretchen + anything requiring coordination = serious risk.
I ran halfway around the block and it was so cold I seriously got brain freeze worse than the time my mate and I decided to skull vodka/sour apple slurpees.
A few hours after my weak running attempt I was whinging on the phone to my sister about how my knee hurt, who compassionately replied, ‘Did you fucken stretch?’ Continue reading…
Ok I totally need an agent… unless someone is going to trip over me in New York City and accidentally tear open the backpack full of notebooks I carry around to inadvertently discover the novel, script, poems, and other stuff I’ve got together… which I don’t see happening. Continue reading…
