Some days I wish I were a cat. I would love to lay around the house all day, being stroked and soaking up the sun.
Be good, or be discreet.
I have great legs. My ankles are delicate and feminine, and my calf muscles are firm and defined. What do you love about your body?
A third old friend has re-entered my life...what is going on in the universe!?!
I've finally reached a point in my life where I know that I could be happy anywhere, doing anything. My happiness is not situational or circumstantial, it is part of my essence, my soul.
To-do lists, appointments, big plans, tough choices...life is hard. Wonderful, but difficult at times.
Our time on this planet is short. How can I make the most of mine? I know that I can't live forever, and I wouldn't want to, but it would be nice to leave this world having made a difference. It's not recognition I seek; I just want to know that there is a purpose, a meaning to my life. Sometimes it feels all for naught.
There's the beginnings of a poem I wrote in my blogger drafts, but I'm not sure I have the guts to finish it, much less hit publish.
I am really tempted to buy a pair of the sparkly pink go-go boots I saw online...But, when can a respectable girl like me ever wear something like that?