|Sometimes things were never meant to make sense. This blog might be one of those things, run by a dreamer with a keyboard and a sketchbook.|
"You are what you eat."
Okay can I eat a Victoria’s Secret model?
I have rude Tourette’s;
I have lots of medical problems, and I may have to go to Mayo this year;
I say I eat like a pig, but really, I have a tiny...
When I realized I loved you
it was not romantic
Not flush with pink roses & wine
but rather normal