I love this song. Like not just because Edith Piaf had an amazing set of pipes, but also because it's such an anthem, wow, but I was listening to it earlier and thought, "do I really regret nothing?" No. I do feel regret for a … Continue reading Non, je ne regrette rien
I saw a ghost once. He looked like a hippie. It scared the fuck out of me, and I'm a fucking fortune teller. Then again, I might love nostalgia, but I fucking hate ghosts. I don't mind sitting on the floor surrounded by my photographs, … Continue reading Ghosts
and when Voltaire said that these two things were traps into which humans would regularly fall and holy fuck is that not true. Okay now in my defense, my love language is words of affirmation, my own daughter once said that I had a weakness … Continue reading Flattery and Hope
I have a bit of a problem. I cry. Now, being one who enjoys the physical act of weeping, you would think that this would not be a problem. However, there is one issue that I have with how easily I cry...in the audience. I'm … Continue reading The Audience
like most parents, mine were regularly using adages about closing things...specifically doors. the reasons that most parents remind us to close doors are numerous, from the cost of the cool air or the heat getting out, to critters and bugs getting in, but the lesson … Continue reading Closure…or were you born in a barn?
Many years ago, I was driving past a Union Gospel Mission, a guy walked out in front of the car, and if you've ridden with me, you know that jaywalking is my trigger and I will scream bloody murder when that jaywalking could have made … Continue reading Kismet or maybe that mother fucker Cupid
I was watching a documentary about Mark Twain while I texted with my friend, half-listening to the story behind the legend and honestly, I'm not a fan. I've never been a fan and though I love to read, I considered pulling my own tooth just … Continue reading Wicked Witch