I’m getting distracted.
Life seems rosy. Of course I can do this writing thing. I’ve got ideas. People like them. I like writing.
My poor ’04 Honda Element (named Scout) was broken into and $710 worth of belongings was stolen.
Life is short. Arguably too short to go around one’s whole life pretending one doesn’t know what the alluring brown coating on cupcakes, speckled in the cookie dough and dripping down the sides of clear coffee cups is.
I thought for sure that by this time I’d be ready to stuff my face with anything and everything I’d “denied” myself.
Playing with a lengthy, girthty piece of meat and getting just the right flavor out of it is fun as hell.
OMG I can tolerate looking at my naked body in the mirror again.