Oh man, do I ever want a nap right now. It’s Tuesday night, my brain is about as useful as that stanky slop, which probably used to be food, mouldering away in your fridge. Honestly, my brain is more like the actual fuzzy mould that’s growing in that plastic container: calling my grey matter slop…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
Maybe One of These Days Music: A List
I have a wonderful long-standing fantasy about singing in a bar somewhere. I’m not sure if it’s an open mic night, or what the deal is, but I can clearly see myself, seated on a stool, singing along with a band. I don’t have a band, but I’d like one. I’m wearing my hair long…
Blue Speckled Pup 