A case for typewriters

In my head: Me and Mr. Jones-Amy Winehouse. Kwanza that first line. Back in the simple days,typewriters were used. None of this blogging-Twitter-viruses nonsense existed. All you needed was a ribbon,and some ink. (who’s read Misery by Stephen King? Ribbon,ink,blood,potato potato…) Nowadays,I need a freakin computer science degree to understand Drumsticks. Viruses? Why? Has she […]

Like a virgin

This rare and unusual state often allows for much random and sometimes naive thinking. Forgive my innocence and confusion for future posts. There are some things I wonder about the whole sex thing. For one,sex isn’t really that serious. Perhaps I only think this because I speak from the other side of the divide. My […]