June is social anxiety month

Years of practice make
a recovered shy person
seem almost normal.

Tonight, we dance!

Few things better than
Sweet anticipation of
wine, women and song.

I never thought I'd say this but...

Once, I sneered. But now,

I reluctantly admit:

Bublé grew on me.

Mental shift.

Instead of asking
am I right for this?  I ask
is this right for me?

One year after the cap and gown...

School is to real life
as grape flavour is to grapes:
Pale simulation.

Circumstance is a bitch.

I know what I want
but can't just up and claim it.
Patience: not my strength.

The downside of summer.

Hot muggy morning.
The bus is a symphony
Of strangers' armpits.

Pretty Little Path of Destruction.

It’s a good outfit

When my over-the-shoulder smile

Makes a grown man blush.

Nothing to see here, folks.

If you see me smirk,

It’s because I’m now certain

That was effin’ weird.