Count your blessing, seduce a stranger
Relax, it's a song. Sometimes I feel like breaking into a happy dance for no apparent reason. Then there are times when I just want to stay in a corner, curl up in a ball and die. Hi blog, your momma's back. In case your mental image of my face lost its luster, well I'm plastering a new one right about now. I exude the afterglow of a burnout star after having too much to drink from the fountain of youth. At least I'd like to think I'm 21 years young in this photo. Boy, how many times have I actually looked younger than my age? We're not getting any younger.
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