"Tell me I'm the anchor of my own assention." REM. The fun associated with being a traveling soul and a earthly being, ha! being. I like BEING. Drove into work today topless and pumped on BEPs Monkey Business, good stuff; no replacement for BEING Stoopid yet adds a girly element that is less harsh on my throat. As obnoxious or more to co-red-light-sitters, but I have always loved the "pumpers" so maybe I'm not so annoying to the people who I am not so annoying to. [oh gosh, Excel would surley give me a cyclical refrence warning on that one!]
Okay, so already know that but still, ugh! FEELINGS are such a challenge for me. Not even the big G. feelings but i have been needing to examine everything now that passion comes in, you know? Scary and not dangerous, me way too stable, ha! But really, I am prided on that. I love irony, stuff dreams are made of. Like ending a sentence in a preposition. Ahh, Dream.
As things are coming in it seems that the next steps for me are a Ferrari and a laptop. Any guesses on which one comes first? Maybe some psychology courses to tide off the student loans in a few months? Dance classes? Jazz then Hip Hop. Oh Go Yo!
Smooches y'all,
Mox Out.
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