A lifetime ago, I met a guy at a party, stole his drink right out of his hand, couldn't stop staring at his mouth, and for two weeks afterwards, felt nauseous and had a stomach ache.
I spoke to him again recently and promptly spent an hour afterwards on the phone with SK, throwing up in my kitchen sink.
SK's comment? "Nothing says 'love' like nausea."
The Ever-Changing View: What I've Been Playing - I have this new thing--I have a lot of new things--which is that I play the piano, and often sing, every day. I tried working on classical pieces I already...
6 months ago