I’m forcing myself to sit down. I feel like I’ve been riding a wave that caught me off guard. And I’m so thankful for it.
Meanwhile, I’m so excited I could be a Pointer Sister!
I’d skip to November so it would be closer to Thanksgiving. Sweet cranberry sauce sounds good about now.
Am I the only one who yells at my TV? I realize they can’t hear me, but when people start wishing for a Donald vs. Bernie race, I can’t help myself -- I have to yell! God, noooooooooooooooooooooo!
This is dedicated to all the artists, survivors and everyone else who was a few steps away from love. ... I still keep a temp tattoo (made by a black marker) to remind me of the people I love -- and to help me write and figure out which hand is which.
My mother still doesn’t believe you even exist. She says it’s impossible. … If I can get a stamp, I’ll mail another card today. If not, I’ll try and mail it tomorrow.
If anyone ever wonders why it takes dreamers so long to carry out their dreams, you need to look only at the lonely hearts who have to overcome the objections of their own mother. I thank God that my brother had enough faith to die for me.
If you are wondering what true love looks like, it is shaped like a cross. ❤️ (at Livingchristian.org) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8_4B8IHHRy/?igshid=xvid8r52284x
Okay, I’ll bite. *Chomp*
I recorded church this morning and walked through the pavement. Music brings me closer to nature.
It’s 10 a.m. on a weekday and all I’ve managed to muster is a few tweets and a light workout (i.e., no weights) at the gym.