At 11:11 every night I make wishes. Habit and superstition feed my foolish...– Condition 11:11 - Defiance, Ohio
I went to a doctor and told him I felt normal on acid, that I was a light bulb...– Carrie Fisher
I came home a couple of days early to spend some alone time with my mom before the Thanksgiving Crazies. Our nightly ritual is to sit in the garage with a couple of drinks, catch up, and then continue said catching up whilst a movie of our mutual choice plays on in the background. We had tried to watch Milk in 2009 when I first came out to her but it was a little too fresh of a topic so we...
We are all Zeitgebers: Acting Class →
I don’t know you but I feel oh so very close to you. Keep on keepin’ on. zeitgeberz: Class has been challenging me as of late. I have been frustrated with what I feel is a lack of progress. It’s like my plexi-glass protector shield that seemed to give way a few weeks ago, is a learning machine. It now seems to send out little sealants that wrap all point of view and opinion in...
Thank you, Sonja. This is terribly sad and...
For real though? Bring it on, 1994....
A little night music
Stop stop stop. I want you to START. I want coffee hair, Hot, dark, and straight. My baby got chocolate hair, Stoned and boned I listen to your symphony Breaths and gasps conducted by an amateur — but Sounds like calculated Sondheim You know nothing about making the music, you consume it, right now though, right then though, every time though, you conduct. Start again! I want to drink coffee...
Good Gawd, baby cat! →
I want a trained feline. Now! How very Veruca of me.