It's early. I still have some reading to do before class at 2. My dreams are becoming more and more disturbing to me... people, places, things that shouldn't happen. That's life, though.
This is a new fucking week, kids. Eat it up.
I'm going through my morning ritual: Playing The Postal Service loud, fix my hair and make up, and eat breakfast. I love this...it brings me back to where I want to be. Home. Here. This is life and I think it's fucking beautiful. People are beautiful- I really believe that almost anyone can be beautiful. It's been hard getting to that point, though, because I've known a lot of ugly people in my life. The sexes are beautiful for different reasons- women are so great, with the curves and the softness. The female body is damn near perfection. It's the body of 1965 Mustang. You just want it, because it's so fucking hot. Then there's the engine- the men- it looks good, it sounds great, it runs! That's my view. Shit happens. Step over it. I'm kinda fucked up, but isn't everyone? I hope I always feel this way.
This is a new fucking week, kids. Eat it up.
I'm going through my morning ritual: Playing The Postal Service loud, fix my hair and make up, and eat breakfast. I love this...it brings me back to where I want to be. Home. Here. This is life and I think it's fucking beautiful. People are beautiful- I really believe that almost anyone can be beautiful. It's been hard getting to that point, though, because I've known a lot of ugly people in my life. The sexes are beautiful for different reasons- women are so great, with the curves and the softness. The female body is damn near perfection. It's the body of 1965 Mustang. You just want it, because it's so fucking hot. Then there's the engine- the men- it looks good, it sounds great, it runs! That's my view. Shit happens. Step over it. I'm kinda fucked up, but isn't everyone? I hope I always feel this way.
fiesty:
Hey hun how are ya? Hope you are doing good sweets 