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I may have jumped the shark at twenty-four -and I’m still getting a grip on my necessary evils- but there’s no accounting for taste and every day is now or never. I like to make waves before makin’ bacon and then whip my skeletons in the closest into small potatoes. I’m sometimes better safe than sorry, often better late than never, much better than a kick in the teeth, and in many ways better than ever, with the exception of my better half: my other self. I often fall head over heels for the wrong girl, but only if you’re fine as wine, fit as a fiddle, and full of hot air. A rose by any other other name can still be bent out of shape, and I’m often just biding my time trying to cash in on cold feet, but if you can ignore the elephant in the room until the gift horse shows up, everything should come up roses again. When it rains cats and dogs on my parade I’ve been known to pour salt on my own wounds, but most days I simply shoot straight –from the hip- because I’m the smooth operator of a smoking gun called Love.

When I’m not acting like I own the world it’s because the reality has set in again that, unfortunately, I don’t. If I have others to commiserate on this with I’m generally okay. Alone, I’m as driven as a school bus, but I prefer company given the choice.

When I’m not making my own, I’m listening to homemade music, usually my friends’, or something commercial that’s simply that good. I take my movies at home, mostly, and I prefer thoughtful flicks with a dose of “ha ha” throughout, though I’d rather read a book than watch actual “TV”.