Thursday, August 6, 2015. Bloom where you are planted. I wish I could write like her. They are so clever, and eloquently put words into meaning. They give writing that extra punch. I appreciate them so much, but I also long to be that kind of writer. I wish I was as business savvy and made all things look as beautiful as her. I wish I was as productive as a writer and had the gift of an artist like her. People who seem to be able to do it all. See, we are all consumed.

He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy. There are kittens playing, a mouse scurrying about. There is the picture of the cow jumping over the moon, and there is stargazing from a cozy bed. In the great green room.

Black hottie sucks white cock. Fat girl caresses pussy closeup. Horny mom want to seduce. Two cruel mistresses spit cbt. Real mom is not her sun. Caught executive assistant rubbing one out.

A collection of thoughts, life lessons, and days full of meaning.

An ashley budd web log 2. Start my own creative business. Complete a NYT crossword puzzle. Play 18 holes of golf. Shake hands with a US President. Speak at 5 professional conferences. Start an emergency savings account. Take a spontaneous weekend trip.