sweet dreams are made of

One thing I want for my kids is for them to live the lives they want, to reach for whatever they desire. Maybe not fuck things up like I did. I think this is beautiful (and for the record, yes, I’m taking my daughter to their show).

Never never

I come here and click on “new post” and start to type and then realize – I talk too much. If I start to say something, I might not stop. My filter is very weak right now, and it would only lead to a hot mound of regret, so nope, I just can’t write what […]

need an angel

I just watched Hot Fuzz for probably the tenth time. It just gets better. So many layers. I love that movie so hard.