We All Fake It


Should Old Acquaintance be forgot, and never thought upon; The flames of Love extinguished, and fully past and gone:  Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold, that loving Breast of thine;  That thou canst never once reflect Auld Lang Syne. CHORUS: On Auld Lang Syne my Jo, On Auld Lang Syne, That thou canst [...]

Overcommitment Schools Me In The Art Of Slack

Ukulele-Floral Brown

Did I stop at just writing a simple weblog entry requested, though? No. Instead, I PROMISED TO LEARN TO PLAY THE UKULELE, WRITE A SONG, AND PERFORM IT ON VIDEO.