The World is a stage, too bad nobody wants to watch.

I blame my parents for putting me in dance classes and theater  at such a young age, but I truly believe that I was born to be on stage. Even if that stage is just a tiny stage at the front of a bar, or heck, the driver’s seat of my car.
I’m one of those [...]

Dear Diary, I’m a lame-o

Last night I was digging through my closet, looking for an ipod shuffle for my sister (who sent her ipod on a journey through a wash cycle last week) when I came across the box where I keep all my old journals. All in all there are about ten, beginning with a “diary” (key and [...]