Heck yeah!

I'm rapidly approaching—heck, might as well say I am—55 years old. That's the age that, when I was 20, I used to think, 'well they lived a long, full, life', when discovering someone of that age had passed away. Yes, age lends perspective.

This age, this year, leads me to think of opportunities missed, of goals not realized. We all of us (well, some of us) have desires and goals we wanted at a young age and now find ourselves looking back and regretting not going for it. For me, there are quite a few goals I never reached—but I regret very, very, few. I've done something brilliant in this life—I'm BG's mom, I'm married to a man I think the sun rises and sets on. But still, late at night, we think about what night have been, if we'd only….

So, in that spirit, I've decided to do something about that, friends. I'm going to reach for the stars—that's right.

I'm running away to join the circus.

Ciao, babies!

Writer's Block: Memo to Myself

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1) Kill that guy your sister is going to marry. Trust me, it will be worth it to do the time. Here, you hold the gun while I get the axe.

2) Have a lot more sex. Refractory time is a bitch.

3) Don't worry, you're not going to kill the kid. Really. And try not to drop her in the crib like she's a football.

4) Seriously, when people say they like you, they mean it.

5) fucking five dollars a week, you cheap bitch--you can spare that much into your savings.