THE BEAUTY OF GROWING OLDER IS IT'S EXPECTED. GRUMPY OLD PEOPLE. OPTIMISM IS SUPPOSEDLY FOR THE YOUNG.
IT WORKED OUT BEAUTIFULLY THAT THE MORNING I TOOK THE RECYCLE EMPTYING MY TRUNK I FOUND A FREE WALKER WITH BRAKES.
AND TODAY I'M SITTING AMID THE MASS RECHARGING CHROME, PHONE AND MY SPIRIT. I'M PARTICIPATING. I'M SUCH A GREAT GIRL. IF I GET MY DARK GLASSES I CAN TAKE A NAP.
KELLY TOLD ME A SAD STORY OF 4TH GRADE FRIENDS OSTRACIZING HER ON FACEBOOK BECAUSE THE LEADER OF THE PACK BULLIES THE OTHERS. WHAT SHE NEEDS THEM FOR I HAVEN'T A CLUE UNLESS THEY'RE AFRAID OF BEING ALONE.
WHY PEOPLE PREFER TO BE JACKASSES OR JENNY ASSES I DON'T KNOW. I DOUBT IT PAYS MORE.
THE SHAPES WE PRETZEL OURSELVES INTO TO BE LOVED.
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