The ‘24 Paris Games
Here’s to you, rugby.
Here’s to you, rugby.
Poor critical reception. Lines that made us burst into laughter at their strangeness. The most contrived reason to crossdress I’ve ever seen.
After about three years of total country music immersion, I’m here to ask you to give it another shot.
Life was simpler when I only had to worry about myself.
A lot has changed since I was here in the Midwest.
There’s nothing like watching Teddy come out of the gate looking like he has a chance to finally win, only to get smacked in the face by something and fall flat on his face at the finish line.
I almost wrote about the aquarium, about my approaching wedding, and about my cats one more time for good measure.
I can’t help but think that we do people a disservice when we view their gifts only or mostly through the lens of their pain.
It’s challenging to express joy or sympathy onstage when your default habit is checking whether your eyebrows are expressing intrigue or ennui.
Why did I judge you for changing your voice from normal to sillily sexy?