I hate planning birthdays. I just hate it. I don't like the stress of having to plan a whole party and make sure it goes well when all I want to do is relax and have fun. I worry if everyone has enough ice. I don't like the fact that half the people who RSVP... Continue Reading →
There's battle scars on all my guitars but I still come out here and play - Ozma At this point, I've given up on the idea that any one of these surgeries will cure me. When people smile and say lovely things like, "It's so great, after this surgery you'll be better!" I smile and... Continue Reading →
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