I found my self chasing waterfalls. In the form of a big booty and a smile. Yeah i was just a scrub feenin. Lonely, I found my self throwing bills, bills, bills. At Ms Poison , the star of the show. She knew how to get it and go back, back, forth and forth. I said, tell me.

New Year, Same Cat. Two guys, a girl, and a choice. I blogged earlier this week about my husband Anderson going Facebook official. My mind went to all the bad places. Am I just an affair, despite what he tells me? Is what he tells me not real? Is this, us, just a game to him? .

Just another me trying to transform into a smaller bikini wearing me. Yoga and self hate vs self acceptance. Shame, embarrassment, pain. Create a free website or blog at WordPress.

Sometimes I feel that a volcano exploded and I am the falling ash. If you can say that about something that puts you through an emotional wringer once a week! Why I loathe the Gutter Press.

We are what we pretend to be. 8221; The sky shoots tiny knives of sleet at us. Keith runs to the back of my van to get my groceries out and carry them inside. 8220;I can get some of these.

Charming the past into the present one story at a time. A Penny for Your Thoughts. Sagewood has become a reality. Her newly discovered talents also enable her to assist spirits and the living alike ilong their journeys. Who will she meet next? Find out when you come home to Sagewood. Book 1 in the Welcome To Sagewood Series.

Someday maybe I will live a different life, where I have an equal partnership with someone who also likes cooking just like I do, who cares what we have for dinner sometimes, or even most of the time, who can have some kind of input instead of just waiting for me to go grocery shopping, and then waiting for me to spend an hour cooking something.

In fact, I often times dismiss the concept because it sucks to face it head on. Who really wants to acknowledge that they are rolling solo in life? Who wants to feel as though people just tolerate your presence out of pity? November 22, 2016.