Remembering Thailand . The beauty, the people and the adventure.
You know how Anakin loves Padme? That’s how much I love books and vintage decor. Fort Lauderdale for the hipster. A coffee shop, an arts and crafts fair, studio and street art.
Sometimes, when I’m being super thrifty, I get caught in embarrassing situations. Here’s one of them.
Don’t miss a chance to enjoy the beauty and peace of Central Park, New York City.
I love my quadriceps. They are strong, tight, sexy. They’ve got their act together. My inner thighs, however, are what we call freeloaders. They don’t work, but they sure do eat of the bounty. They suck the fat from everything I eat and expend no energy to burn it off. They are greedy, lazy, and
I have loved velvet all of my life. When I was a teenager, my super cool cousin with all the super cool clothes, got a shirt in black velvet. Knowing how my family was struggling financially at the time, I dared not ask to have this dream of owning something, anything in velvet, fulfilled. I
Attention my Most Excellent Readers: My Twitter account is up and running– as far as I can tell. Here was my plan of action: Throughout the past week, I’ve been jotting down in my notebook all the things I would’ve said aloud if someone where actually listening. I like what I’ve got so far. I
My skin loves to play games with me. It’s like a frat boy. The ones who are 30 years of age but still frat boys. You see, my skin is not young or old, but it likes to act as if it has no idea what it’s doing, or with whom it’s loyalties should lie.
A few years ago, I would’ve described myself as an eternally optimistic go-getter. I actually wasn’t that at all, but that was the way that I saw myself. A spontaneous adventurer. The reality is that I was afraid of taking chances. Real chances. I was terrified of failure. Any type of failure. Especially public failure.