Sail on! sail on! sail on! and on!
There is an old and very wise Native American saying: Every time you point a finger in scorn—there are three remaining fingers pointing right back at you.
Are you staring at me because you've seen my doppelganger roaming the halls, playing kind of the cafeteria? Or because you need to borrow a pencil and you're too shy to ask?
It's over. Absolutely, completely, eternally over
But why didn't you just ask me?" I set down my fork and glare at her. "Because you were sleeping," She says, taking a sip if Chardonnay. "I was taking a nap, Mom. It wasn't intended to be some kind of Disney fairy-tale hundred-year snooze.
What a tangle love is.
You and I are meant to be. It's the only thing I'm absolutely sure of. And while I have no idea what to expect, I promise I'll do whatever it takes to find my way back.
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.
I travel a fair amount, read on the plane, and I read fast.
Chocolate just may be the healthiest thing you can put in your mouth.
Just because I don't do bad things doesn't mean I don't have bad thoughts.