allwildgirl
Cathlete
I discovered while running last night that although anger may be an energy (in the words of John Lydon), self-pity sure as heck isn't.
I want the stories behind all the single shoes lying on the side of the road. How did they get there? Do people just drive along and suddenly decide that their right or left foot needs to be unfettered and free to feel the breeze, so the shoe gets tossed out the window?
Wouldn't it be nice if we could all astrally project and have lunch together on some higher plane?
Who decided that skinny women were sexy? Curvy, round women used to be sexy. Who changed that ideal? I bet it was some skinny chick.
Why am I always compelled to moo at cows in fields at the side of the road?
What does my cat see in my house that I don't, that sends her tearing off, all crazed and frantic?
Does anyone actually LIKE fruitcake?
I want the stories behind all the single shoes lying on the side of the road. How did they get there? Do people just drive along and suddenly decide that their right or left foot needs to be unfettered and free to feel the breeze, so the shoe gets tossed out the window?
Wouldn't it be nice if we could all astrally project and have lunch together on some higher plane?
Who decided that skinny women were sexy? Curvy, round women used to be sexy. Who changed that ideal? I bet it was some skinny chick.
Why am I always compelled to moo at cows in fields at the side of the road?
What does my cat see in my house that I don't, that sends her tearing off, all crazed and frantic?
Does anyone actually LIKE fruitcake?