I always speed. The stoplights are my enemies. My footsteps are quick and I slam doors. Bags and cell phones go flying.
I can't wait to get through the door, to him. No matter what and no matter where, my home is him.
Stumble It!
To Whine or To Wine?
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*Hey Murph,*
*Boy - not bringing home a paycheck is beginning to get on my nerves a
bit…ya know? Here I am, a grown woman, not very far away from the ti...
1 year ago
3 Folks Say:
thats love. thats how i feel like with my hubby even if the full moon turns his normal bi-polar into raving werewolve bi-polar.
I feel ya... Even though i hate the bastard sometimes
What a beautiful, beautiful thing.
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