You Don’t Know You’re Beautiful

As for me, I don't even know what my name is at the moment.  But I think it's Friday.  So you people are probably expecting a uke video.  But my throat feels like someone paved it with hot asphalt and then, having changed their mind, jack-hammered out said asphalt and…

Unicorns Get Stabby, Too

I'm having a day.  This kind of day*: I blame my mortgage company.  The story isn't very good, so I'm not going to tell it to you.  But seeing as how I have to go make a happy ending (oh shut it you pervs), I suddenly don't have time to…

Like I Don’t Love Broadway Enough Already

Y'all know well and good how much I love Broadway.  Nothing makes me happier than dance belts, spray glitter, jazz hands, and huge choreographed numbers.  Truth be told?  I have to bite my lip each and every time I settle into my seat and that first swell of music washes…