13. maybe that is an unlucky number after all
The other day on my birthday I looked deep into the mirror and while I did not see the woman I thought I'd be by now, I still could see traces of the girl I once was. That was my gift to myself.
Where did this year go? Where have all those years gone? Time seems to be powered from a perpetual engine that runs faster & faster & faster. I miss 1975 a little bit.
I'm going to try to take it easy on me and everyone else for the next few weeks.
Happy Humpday,
azb
posted by azalea the black @ 4:44 AM
1 Comments:
The horror. The horror, that is...Tuesday! yeah almost a week and no post. :( Where O where has cousin Azalea gone?
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