This is my celebratory book finishing scotch. It’s Laphroaig triple wood.
“I am tired of token women being strong in a man’s world by taking on male attributes: strutting around in black leather, spike heels and wraparound...”
We knew that it was very hard to kill Wild Bill Guarnere, but we also knew that something eventually would.
April 28, 1923 – March 8, 2014 We knew...
Look what came in the mail!
“Everything by night, that’s the ticket. Nothing at noon; the sun is too bright, the shadows wait. The sky burns so nothing dares move. There is no...”
lucyisawriter asked:Hi :) How's the book going? Anything cool happen today?
Hi :) thanks for asking. i’m writing up a fucking storm. something cool did happen today.
i was walking down napier street in fitzroy, on my way...
Having strangers look at me weird when I have a feeding tube
But when I saw people I knew while...