Today I am thankful for valerian-infused Vodka. For years, I've had creepy dreams of an old, old, old, old, old, I think there needs to be one more... old... boyfriend. The dreams are either of him dying gruesome deaths or ruining our lives. The dreams creep me out to the point I scream his name. The screaming the name makes it hard for me to be in an intimate relationship. So - I have a huge house to myself and a whole slew of lies I tell if someone is here and happens to hear me scream out that infernal name. My favorite line is: "I dreamt I was Getty Lee singing...." Modern Day Warrior, mean, mean, stride... No one buys the lie, ever. I thought it would be okay if I fell in love with a guy with that name. It's never happened. There is a beautiful man named Tim, though. We had so very much in common; we both studied music, played numerous ins...