I haven't had a proper vacation/holiday since Easter 2006.
I blog to have an outlet for some of my thoughts. I'm glad others do. I hope they continue to regardless of the number of hits they get.
I really admire people who can dance, take great pictures, or write humorously.
I can out-drink most people. I repeat, most.
I wish I went dancing more often. I sometimes miss going dancing every weekend.
What is the obsession with mediocrity? And why do we praise it?
Am not sure if the human race is worthy of continuing given the path we seem to be taking.
Why are there still people who insist on not eating carbohydrates?
I love power-walking in Central Park. I love it more when my husband is with me.
I hate flying. I need to take drugs to fly nowadays.
What is the point of living if you insist on being close-minded?
I miss my friend Kelsie. Sometimes a lot.
I'd be vegan except for the fact that I love pork.
The last Harry Potter book is so good. I should be done with it by tonight.
When I was a child, I wanted to either be Wonder Woman or Farrah Fawcett-Majors.
I have no patience for people who won't define their sexuality. Yawn.
I have ended every single post of mine, except one, with the word "Later."