My Friend Casey
One night Casey met the girl of his dreams. Her name was Melanie. Or Emily. He wasn’t completely sure, but he did know that she was everything he was looking for in a woman.
One night Casey met the girl of his dreams. Her name was Melanie. Or Emily. He wasn’t completely sure, but he did know that she was everything he was looking for in a woman.
Little do you know today could be your last. Little can you see the monster waiting around the corner, lurking in the alleyway just beyond those suspicious looking trees. But he sees you.
Music played an leading roll in my young life- it was there for me when no one else could be.
Everyone in my family, Angie included, knows why she was conceived- Mom thought I needed a friend. Does that mean she owes me a life-debt? Quite possibly but I’m not one to bring it up. Except in the utmost of need.
Some weeks are better than others. This week was one of the others.
The importance of identifying your child or yourself, especially in cases where you’re dealing with a spirited/difficult person, is to avoid being overdrawn emotionally to avoid public and private meltdowns. As we have public and private meltdowns daily this caught my eye.
I was raised by the Marlboro man. At least, he owned the jacket. It was free with proof of purchase, rewarded to only the most loyal of customers.
Regardless of being a twenty-six-year-old woman I am still afraid of the dark- After all, I’m no fool.
It isn’t that I’m completely unromantic- I just have different ideas about romance than some woman.
“The Lord did not people the earth with a vibrant orchestra of personalities only to value the piccolos of the world.”