No matter what . . .
I'm a rockstar.
Even in pjs and slippers and without a shower.
Rockstar.
C.T.
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- The Cynical Tyrant
- I wish people paid me to write. Maybe someday they will.
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- Lemonade, the right way
- Yard Therapy
- Why must EVERY day be productive?
- I've had some visitors this afternoon.
- I can't keep quiet any longer.
- Movie Recap: Love in the Time of Cholera
- I'm too much of a wimp to get addicted to pain meds.
- Ow. Ow. Owwwwwww.
- That's not my happy place, Nesquik.
- Flat Stanley visits The Tyrant
- I finally ran out of doors.
- Two of my favorite things
- It's possible that I watch too much T.V.
- Question:
- Hello, Bachelor from London. Let me play my clarin...
- Aaaah, the sounds of nature . . .
- No matter what . . .
- Slap my arse and call me Susie.
- Fashion Expert
- They call it "stain" for a reason.
- Whatever might be right or wrong in your world . . .
- I'm not proud.
- I'm just not that in to you.
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