If I could have one day...just one day, where she didn't make me feel like the life I'm living is a mistake...


wishful thinking.

I'm trapped.

A new breed of Jerry Lewis impersonators

My stomach hurts from laughing too hard. Watch this, and perhaps you too will join me in my suffering.

words on the mind

To my peers I might come off as shy, but contrarily, it simply is not true.
My quiet demeanor is a façade of the constant bantering dialogue that inhabits my mind.
The lingering doubt, that filters my silence, is uncertainty.
Once uttered, can my words properly convey my emotion?

Hopefully my words on page can say the things my reticent mouth dares not say.

new blog

And so it begins.