Art. Cynicism.

Travis comes to visit me, but I'm blue, and I'm lousy company.  I shrug, and apologize for being in the doldrums. "My body is broken and so is my heart.  That's all I've got going on right now, and I don't want to bore anyone with it." He tells me that people aren't bored by... Continue Reading →

Birthday to You.

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 →

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