I am not tall, nor short, but somewhere in between.
When I walk, I sometimes sense that I am walking “funny”, and by that, I mean “slightly off”.
I live in NYC, a place I fell in love with almost instantly.
I don’t like pickles, and tense up when a plate arrives with one glistening upon it. I just don’t like how they have to touch everything.
No matter where I go, I always feel Australian.
It’s easier to talk about Noodle than it is to talk about Janeen.
This blog’s name comes from my favorite Bob Dylan song, Tombstone Blues
And I quote:
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saving, “The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”
Thank you, Mr. Zimmerman.