Author of the novel WHEN YOU LOSE CONTROL

If you're at an intersection and you're trying to turn left, you HAVE to yield—driving school 101. If you can't understand that and you insist on blaring your horn, I and all the citizens around you should be allowed to collect a fee. I CAN'T TURN LEFT IF CARS ARE COMING! WHY IS THIS HARD TO GRASP!? This only happens in the affluent sections of the state. The entitled BMW and Tesla drivers who think they're driving planes instead of trend cars. Douchey.

And presents challenges  And it's annoying AF  And I just want to finish  But I can't focus  Ugh

Lemon beagle  Runs under the catahoula  Like she is a bridge  They have zoomies together  And play fight  They sleep butt to butt   Neither will fetch  Both will hug  My baby doggies

But in good ways  Happy ways  Unexpected ways  Ways that are sooner  And scary  And fun and fulfilling  My God does manifesting work  It did, it really did  I got obsessed and stayed obsessed 

It's 2 am, suddenly, you're waken up To see that an emergency broadcast has been added. The message simply states, "Run." I pulled my Care Bears blanket over my head, my bedroom was freezing. I curled up in a ball, hoping to fall back asleep, but my bedroom door opened and the portable TV appeared in the doorway, sitting on my Mom's bar cart.  The TV clicked on, making snowy static, then the words 'emergency broadcast' appeared on screen, followed by a neon orange background and the word 'Run,' in bold, black letters.  "Artie, you little booger, it's two am! Put the TV away and go to bed! And close the door, it's cold!" He didn't answer. The TV repeated the same pattern, static, neon, 'Run.' "Ugh, really?" I muttered. "Artie, I swear to God, I'll go downstairs and wake Mom!" No answer.  I rubbed my eyes and and climbed out of bed, wondering why it was so cold. I threw on my bathrobe, shuffled pa...

One party  Four friends  Four years  One bonfire  Ten pans of food  Seven kids  Four husbands  One donut  Five hours  Two pictures  Too many laughs to count

I don't think your affluence is cool, I find it garish and unnecessary  Flaunting Patagonia like the pope brandishes rings  Discussing million-dollar renovations and Tahitian vacations like they're table scraps Desperate to not so secretly announce to the world that you're well off Having money is not a personality trait  I wouldn't even be close to half your wealth, but I have so much more.  The ability to see past designer kids' clothes and arranged little meetings  Something to talk about, though I'm disregarded for my hair and thrifted clothes  If wealth is a game, then you're winning, but if life is talent and meaning, then I call checkmate 

I have a fever, and the only prescription  is more Zappe! It's Zappening!

I love Ted Lasso  Dani Rojas is my fave  Beautiful Cristo  He's here, he's there, he's  Every-fucking-where, Roy Kent! Beautiful captain. The best show ever  Making TV kind again  Over and over

A line that said  Her truth was in  Her poetry  Such a line  To happen upon  I wish that I Had written it  Because it was true  Because no one knew  How strange that her  Most important fact  Was scarcely known  While her face was known  Around the globe

One week from today the writing group I'm starting with two other people begins. I can't wait but I'm also super scared. I'm also working around the clock on my novel.  I am NOT complaining, these are fabulous 'problems' to have!

Yassss!! My 3rd Billy Joel at MSG. Absolutely stoked. Just sat down, hoping my height doesn't affect my view this time! ...amazing day; drove in to NYC, stopped in Astoria for Comfortland, saw the Friends Experience, the theater where they perform Hamilton, watched the first half of the Pats game in Times Square, watched Bailey Zappe the terrific toddler win said game, and walked around the fashion district. So thankful for fun trips like these and that Billy is still rockin'. I've loved these days! ;)

Head of house Martell  Hero in pink  Queen of seven and three  Legend isn't a title good enough for you  Goddess perhaps comes close  Movie star and model  Comedian and singer  Business mogul and author I have given you all my money  But you have given me everything

I take in his sculpted face as if each feature is oxygen Incredibly aesthetically pleasing in every single sense  Joyous black eyes that shimmer and squint in smile  Onyx hair that glitters as it cascades down the center part, silky  Satiny jersey ripped off and swung around, rippled, god-like muscles  The most pulchritudinous brown skin striking atop verdant grass  The accent- Jesusgod- his accent, it's spoken sex  Even his name is fun to say; with a light ah and up at the end  Stunning, sensual Adonis, I am in love

I have to finish and pay attention but I cannot seem to focus. Why is it so hard to focus? Is this ADHD or my inner saboteur? Both? Neither? I just want to focus and finish!

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