the question no one likes to ask

Actually, the question isn't the problem. It's the answer that we seem to fear most.


a break in the clouds

Today. Outlook calendars and room reservations and cancellations, and cancellations, and cancellations, an entire company simultaneously shitting its pants.

I am a balloon days after the party.

However, you're never given more than you can handle (no, honestly) and now life is coming down off its eight-hour high. Several deep breaths and muttered threats later, I came across this:

And while I can't shed clothing just yet, I took the message to heart. Back to work, smile in place.

Get naked and do your thing -



the city of angels

Oh LA....you're a filthy bitch and I love you in the kind of ways that require a safeword.

Everything in moderation, including moderation.

Peace and love and sand and Del Taco,