"You don’t get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, all the bars, and all the obvious dady issues, who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose Adison. I’m all glued back together now. I make no apoligies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don’t get to call me a whore."
If you know me, you know that I have an insatiable appetite for reading books. Some of you have also heard that I have recently converted to doing all my future reading electronically. This has come as a surprise to many of you, and believe me…me too. In case I didn’t mention, I LOVE books….
We weren’t expected to act like mini grown ups We were allowed to play in the dirt We could run around the streets with our friends Roller skates were the best thing ever invented You were cool if you didn’t have training wheels We actually listened music for our age
And disney still made meaningful movies…
I miss the 90s…not the fashion but everything else
I’m cleaning out my bookshelves again. I just can’t fathom the idea of having so much to move if I get to move again in the near future. It feels oddly liberating to pack up multiple Rubbermaid totes full of books to donate or sell…now I just need to find a store to sell them to…I don’t know why locating one is so difficult.