Here is a helpful timeline to know about the writer of the little shack of horrors.
Born into a plaid and wood-paneled world. Parents wore bell-bottoms and chain-smoked.
Encased in many layers of ponchos, which were the fashions of the time, apparently.
Regan was elected, I really didn’t notice. I was watching re-runs of Doctor Who on PBS, used to run around singing OH SANDY BABY! at the top of my lungs.
Started wishing I was adopted; Sang Tomorrow, Tomorrow at the top of my lungs.
Lets just forget these years existed in the fashion world, shall we? Lots of kitty glitter and Whitney Houston.
I spent quite of bit of time listing to Guns and Roses, wearing black eyeliner and mourning the loss of my childhood.
Flannel, alternative music and discovered telnet and the WORLD WIDE WEB.
Professional worker bee by day, internet gaming hero by night. Kept moving on a northern trek in New England.
Coldness descends. Living in Vermont. Dream of Zombies. Start writing blogs to avoid using Dreamweaver, Illustrator and Photoshop.
Broke up with He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named after a nine year relationship. Moving back to Rhode Island a re-building the little shack of horrors.