the call came as i was getting ready for work. didnt recognize the number. called it back. "St. Anthony's hospital, may i help you?".
great. its a crapshoot really, either mom, dad, or step dad. and they went to the shittiest
it was 7am and someone was banging on my door and calling my name. my full name. like only your mom does when you have been very very bad.
crap. thats what happens when you dont answer your phone and you owe people money. life is full
here are some of my faves
"josh grobin loves a blowsy alcoholic"
"have you ever kissed somebody?" "of course. if by somebody you mean the tender crook of my arm"
I love performance art. especially theater and musicals. I know many hate it and that’s fine. but for me, it is so intimate and transcendent to watch someone on stage dig deep into their …ness… and pull out something beautiful. or tragic. or beautifully
spend the night with friends and their 5 year old niece.
we taught her how to prank call her uncle who is afraid of bears. she said "RRRAwrrr.. i am a bearrr... imm gonna