Every night when I crawl into bed I close my eyes and pretend I’m in my old room at the beach. I don’t think this is healthy. I don’t care. Three months ago I cleaned my way out the back door, stood up and…
Chris (reading sign): Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow and FANTASY. Me: Scott Speedman must be in there. ————— Last week Chris and I went to Disneyland to exhaust his niece and nephew. I’m not much of a rides…
I was about to make a left on Temple when Richard Marx came on. “Damn Angelia, it’s been too long,” I said out loud turning up the volume as the light turned yellow, then red, and I pulled to a stop. For a second…
I haven’t written here for awhile because my aunt passed away suddenly and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and die, cry, lie in bed and be alone. I suppose this is the grieving process. I thought about including…