I want people to fall in love with my voice before my image.
It's not good to throw back scotch with a new fetus.
It's like carrying a bowling ball! Almost done.
Ask not from whence I came for the gravity of the future pulls me ever forward.
This week it's peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, toasted. And then, I'll put some salt on my hand like I'm taking a tequila shot and then take a bite of the sandwich.
I'm a woman who wants her chocolate.