where do we go from here
this isn't where we intended to be
we had it all, you believed in me
I believed in you
What do we do for our dream to survive?
How do we keep all our passions alive,
as we used to do?
I like my balls. I almost lost one when I was around 5 years old, I was playing and jumping on an old mattress and one of the spring broke and hit my balls. Luckily it missed the testes and just punctured the skin and had 2 inch stitches. The mark is not visible now which is great because I like it nice and fluffy
I remember as young as 8 years old that I was very particular with the way I dress. There was a funny story when one time I had to go to a friends birthday party and I chose and my mom bought this white t shirt with a graphic design of sailboats in neon colors painted with acrylic paint. It was very 80s and it kinda reminds me of Prada Spring 2005. Anyway, I wanted to wear this t shirt with this particular pair of light blue denim jeans but the jeans was still damp from...
yup, I gained some weight back, but not completely everything. Since Thanksgiving week up to now Fat Tuesday, I have not dieted and exercised because I was busy during the holidays being in the Restau biz and holiday parties with too much good food. I'm on vacay this whole week but not going anywhere so I think I'm going to get back in track starting tomorrow.
The jacket is fully lined in sheep's fur and the grey cable knit sweater is kinda thick so that adds to me...