I'm not going home for Thanksgiving. There is no point really. Everybody is working. I thought it was a holiday?
Well, I guess I could put my name in to work at the hell job. I don't really want to.
I often ponder why I wasn't born rich instead of good looking? I suppose if I could find my dead beat of a father and hit him up for all those years of missed child support. I could maybe clean up my credit card debt, or buy a house, or go on a luxurious vacation. If I could have asked my grandfather BEFORE he pass on..."Grapa, how is it you can turn a dollar into a hundred?" He seemed to be able to do that....I will never know. If I could oh, I don't know...predict the future or find a Sports Almanac like Biff did in Back to the Future, I could be rich too right now. If I could find a very rich, good looking, sugar daddy....well that would be alright too!
But I, am not rich....I am good looking (I guess) and that' is just the way it goes!!
Plug away, work, work, work.
Only Child Syndrome
- Fairy Mae
- The fact is this...I am a LATE thirty-something, an only child with one living parent and I hate, by the way, being an only child.
I am a drama queen and I know it, and I love it and I won't change it!
I am finally in a career that I love and I finally found someone special, just for me and my dramatic nature!
I am a horse lover. I love and ride Appaloosa horses.
I am and artsy-farts and love all aspects of the Arts and Culture. I am an Independent Stylist for Stella & Dot and love the jewels.
I have a dog who is my four legged baby, her name is Effie and I have another three legged baby and her name is Daisy.
