Should I be concerned that the last guy I picked up and took home is a convicted felon? Of course at the time, I didn’t know. My adventurous ways might not have been so adventurous had I heard his story from the get go. Although I can’t be too sure of that either as the boy was smokin’ hot. And I mean smokin’. His arms were so sculpted, I couldn’t help myself from falling into them. And it’s been a while since I’ve been kissed like that so my ability to slowly graduate to each level of increased intimacy is a bit rusty…just a bit. But now that I know…

I had a dream about you the other night. In it, we found each other again. At first, I was hesitant, I was uncertain. I was holding my breath. But then it was as it was. When we made each other happy. We both felt it. We both wanted it. All I had to do was get to you. I knew where you were going to be. You wanted me to meet you. In a house not too far away but too far to get to easily. I’d seen it before, empty, before you could get there. Still, it was warm inside. It was beautiful. It was safe. It was…

I have a new perspective on angels these days. While I never seriously believed they were golden-lighted and winged (since I was 10 anyway), I did believe they were perfect beings who had risen through the ranks of heaven filled with purity, selflessness and goodness and were tasked to guide the lost. I mean, that is what it means to be “angelic” right? Well, that all changed after I recognized the angels who came into my life last year. They were anything but pure, selfless and good (seriously, anything but and nothing near perfect) but I do believe they walked with me when I needed a guide…a companion…a distraction. You…

I don’t know when I stopped believing in Santa Claus but I do remember when I started. I must’ve been 6 or 7. Every thing I knew, I learned from TV. So, I knew I was supposed to write a wish list and send it to the North Pole. I was old enough to know to put mail in an envelope with a stamp. I think I knew to put a return address on the envelope. I don’t know, however, if I knew that most addresses needed a zip code. I know for certain, I didn’t have a zip code for the North Pole and I couldn’t find it in…

Having self-diagnosed ADHD is not a good thing, especially during a cold, icy snowstorm. With slick roadways, my strong inclination to not drive and my distaste for public transportation, I find myself stuck at home with an inability to focus on anything and a restlessness that makes me bounce off the walls. I feel so trapped that my head is spinning. I can hardly sit still. At this point, TV is not appealing, books are not appealing, writing is not appealing…nothing is appealing. The only thing that IS appealing is the idea of shoveling the snow out of the driveway. Yes, it’s 8:30 in the evening. That’s correct, I don’t…