Lady-Tarantella

..into the future. One of my closest friends got hitched yesterday. And an hour from now, she and her hubby are going to off to their honeymoon in Disney World. Wow, how did things go by so fast? When I first met her, I thought she was, as her sister said during her toast, a "Barbie doll". I thought she would think I was a weirdo. Her husband wasn't very social as well at first. I got the impression of a super serious studious Asian--I was wrong about the serious. I was wrong about her thinking I was a repulsive loopy weirdo. They are two of the biggest goofballs I have ever met. And I never felt so fortunate and blessed to meet them as they

I was chatting with a friend online yesterday, and she brought up how she was having trouble coming up with song lyrics. I decided, hey, I'm a writer, why not. Poetry is basically a song without a tune. And during the process, I realized how much I enjoyed songwriting as well. I began singing (quite terribly) what I thought it would sound like, and damn, I feel like there's something there. It makes me want to take up piano again even though I abandoned it more than twelve years ago. I'm "done" with the song for my friend (ended up being verses without a chorus). I'm now in the process of writing a song for my sister. Ahhh...my musician fri

Ah such a glorious day. A day which I will not be celebrating. At all. Chalk that up to sheer laziness and being unwilling to throw candy at the zombies disguised as children. Maybe next year, I'll paint a stripe over my doorway with lamb's blood and all the Christians/bible thumpers will spare me from all the doorbell ringing. I can't help but think about how much I used to love horror as a kid. Almost every night I would read those "scary" Goosebumps books or a story from the Brothers Grimm fairy tale collection. Ah, what better way to go to bed than to read about Bluebeard, a man who slaughtered his wives and hid them in a room, or Goos