Delicious Disaster

Sometimes in anger
I write letters to the moon
It’s beautiful shine
sends a calm reply
and gets my soul in tune

We swear by a haunted love that dances beneath a full moon.

The last year nearly broke me, and I'm more thankful for a lot of you than you know.

Sunset whispers that lead to sunrise kisses.

It's not a crime If the hooker takes a nap with you. It's called restitution.

Wanna try something stupid?
-Me flirting

Maybe in my next life I’ll get to be a cactus or something.

294736 mental health days might seem excessive to some… unless you’re me.

I’m just gonna let this shit storm whisk me away.

The moon is my solace.

My ability to forget things is quite unforgettable.

I don’t think this box of kleenex really wants to comfort me.

Not everyone finds nineties country music sexy, but that's just the way the thunder rolls.

come with me and you'll be in a world of pure fabrication

if by horny you mean wearing deer antlers whilst sacrificing you to the old gods, then yes baby, i’m horny

It’s not a rut. It’s a groove.

Divorced parents latch key kid, logging on.

It’s never too late to say to that special person in your life, "Are you going to finish that?"

Sweet As Pie Sticky As Honey would be a jazz song about sex.

They say you shouldn't drive distracted...

that's why I make my kids run along side the car.

Date ready!

I’m either really bad at flirting, really bad at telepathy, or both.

Sex so good you play a jazz solo on your backside trumpet, no mute.