It’s apparent that I’m in a blogging rut considering my previous post was this time last week. Apparently, I only think on Fridays.
I want to feel and experience with my whole being this summer. Yes, it is just about summer here in Arizona.
People are usually more to be pitied than scorned, but the truth hurts too.
My legs are not tanned, probably won’t get tanned, and I’ll just have to deal with it.
Though I can’t necessarily control what happens to my body, I can control how I care for my body. And I have no excuse not to. After all, it has got to last me at least 50 more years.
We all need a little compassion. But sometimes it’s hard.
If this were my balcony I don’t think I’d ever leave it.
Sometimes I think that I don’t even know what I like anymore. Sometimes I feel like I don’t even know myself anymore. Sometimes I wonder who the real me is. A lot of times I wonder how people see me. I probably just think and wonder too much.
We should probably go to church but I kind of like sleeping in and being lazy on Sunday mornings.
I’m losing patience with people (don’t worry, not you) who fail to take initiative in whatever it is they’re doing or whatever it is they want to do. To them I post: Stop Thinking and Just Do.
I love doing a bunch of nothing on Friday nights.
I thought I would have more figured out by now. I’m guessing a lot of us think that.
I hate that my teeth hurt when I get sick.
I’m tired of people playing the blame game. Responsibility: Take it.
I wish I would let myself be open with more aspects of my personality.
Shirley MacLaine says ” I want women to be liberated and still be able to have a nice ass and shake it.” Me too, Shirley, me too.
Enough of my deep thoughts…Happy Weekend everyone!