What a bloody long week this has been. Two trips back and forth to move my shite. I remember first setting out on my own at age 17 w/ nothing but two garbage bags of clothes...how in the name of Buddy Holly have I amassed enough crap to fill two 20ft uHauls? I mean I get my record collection that makes sense...well, and so does my library I couldn't move without that, or the two XL boxes filled w/ board games...and what would I do without my movie collection, one simply must have Amelie at their fingertips at the ready.....damn, I think I might be a packrat. That is okay. I own it. Except instead of a rat I'd rather be a cat, with shades and slicked back greaser hair...yeah, that's me the pack cat bitch slapping motherfuckers who wanna run their mouth about my collections. 👿
It was nice to finally get back online and find several more reviews of my novel. (They like me they really like me!) Check out the latest! Book Adventures of Emily
