Everything remembered must be forgotten. The gods are glorious, and then they are not -- history is an ongoing clock. It trudges on.

Basically, Doctor Who characters and a TARDIS load of other crazy fandoms meet on an online chatroom, with catastrophic results. Involving dance parties. And sentient bananas. Question: What could possibly go wrong when you put Doctor Who in an online chatroom? Answer? Guys. Seriously. This is Doctor Who. To put it better, what COULDN'T go wrong? {I don't think it's necessary to mention that I didn't create Doctor Who or any of these other amazing and strange fandoms, but.. I just did mention it. Oh well.}

"My baby he, He lives in shades of green. I kiss his lips and he, He touches my body." He fell in love with her voice and her soul. She loved him like she loved the earth. Christopher Kavanaugh and Daisy Halstrom were made for the summer of 1972.

This is a children's book that I wrote this for a Geometry - yes, GEOMETRY - project in high school. It turned out better than I'd expected & I am now considering publishing it, after I have some better illustrations of course. I would love to have a published children's book that I can read to my son when he is older. 💗

The consultant criminal and the consulting detective texting... What could possibly go wrong?

Even if we are merely stumbling towards happiness, we are still headed in the right direction.