OK, OK, here's some "real" stuff: I'm a TV writer which is kind of like being a writer. I'm one of those pain-in-the-as NY'ers who complain that everything is better back there but live out here anyhow--although I still keep an apartment in Manhattan which, though financially foolhardy, is good for the soul.
Like everyone else I live for the sound of childrens' laughter as I spoon with my cellmate, I mean soulmate, during an incredible sunset that somehow co-exists with the rain. Oh, and puppies and cuddling and cuddling with puppies. Followed of course by hardcore porn and a light but satisfying snack and a bottle of an amusing Bordeaux with a surprising nose and and an agreeable lack of pretension.
I'm a restaurantaholic--always thinking about the next dinner, and a bit of a gym rat to counteract the effects inherent in such a passion.
When did shrimp become "shrimps?"