tigress

My stomach is getting weaker and weaker by the day
I won't give details. But i swear I'm gonna be down to just eating letttuce and drinking water and then disappear into thin air. don't worry I'll send you all a postcard from airspace.

My entries are getting less and less exciting as well.
I wonder why people even comment

I heard good fortune is coming my way. It better get here quick. This working 12 hours a day is already old to me and I've only done it for a day.
Not today though...

Pieces Of ME
I bruise easily.
I cry sometimes.
I'm bold and shy.
I'm nice, friendly, and mean.
Multi faceted,
unpredicatable,
adventurous,
lovable,
hateable,
unstoppable,
wild at heart,
supa dupa fly (j/k)
Dancing is my forte. A good ass shaker makes a good love maker (if you bust out the moves in the bedroom )
I laugh constantly.
my smile brings sunshine and joy to the environment i happen to be in.
they call me sunny.
I shine like the sun.
My energy cannot be missed.
But my anger has the same fierce nature

babble babble


I want to puff before i go to work. word. To all my fellow weedheads...It's 420!
Puff on!


Things are looking up today. Confidence blooms.