I should get, “Just because you have a sudden urge to weep, that doesn’t mean you’ve made a mistake” tattooed to my back.
Last night, my best friend and I had an obnoxious laughing fit at the Lumberyard Tavern’s early Happy Hour in Encinitas while recounting to my guest from Portland all the trouble we’ve been in all over the world—the times we should’ve died but didn’t. “We don’t die. That is our talent.” She—who shall not be […]
This is my third blog and my umpteenth ‘creative venture’, begun at the insistence of my surprising Facebook following who, collectively, enjoy marinating in my pain. Here you go, bitches. Let’s hope I have the attention span to keep this one up. The prototype for this blog was my earnest and sunny Bikini Rock on […]