I’ll Fly Away
My hands were weak and shaking, but I managed to hold the pocket mirror still enough to see the massive red pimple on my chin. It was a ridiculous surprise ...
Blogging Home the Bacon
I never win anything. I try, but I never win. “Am I caller number 9?” I yell frantically into the phone. “Yes, you are!” the DJ replies.“Yeah, baby” I shout ...
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Bragging, Right?
The bragger, the conceited, the overly proud. If these people were a Facebook status, I would dislike the shit out of them. Bragger: “Did you see my new Land Rover? ...