IT’S NOT CHIPPED, WE’RE NOT CRACKED, WE’RE SHATTERED

I hate the loneliness of creativity.  I want to join the party not be the one creating it.  These Mariah Carey lyrics perfectly encapsulate the drama of my leaving Edinburgh to work in London, after outing my fraudulent ex. Who wouldn’t love the line “and don’t keep calling from your momma’s house.” as the ultimate … Continue reading IT’S NOT CHIPPED, WE’RE NOT CRACKED, WE’RE SHATTERED