Yeah. What Schmoopie Said.
God, I'm lazy.
No. Writing, actually. And about a million other things.
Please forgive me for being distant.
Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"
My friends always knew I was going to hell. My only hope is that God likes good jokes and bad redheads.