How perfect is this cake? Flawless. My cake (I hope), *grin*My therapist always instructed me to 'feel my existence' so that life doesn't whizz by before me realizing it. And I've been doing just that, remaining grounded; living each day as it comes, believing that the universe has a wonderful plan for me hidden right up its sleeves. But a small part of me is noticing the tick-tocking of the clock and of my ovaries.
I am worried about my accomplishments in 2008, which include my career. Lately, I have noticed a slacking mode on my behalf and I should not let it continue. This sluggish, careless attitude must cease to exist within me. I have always excelled in my chores and must continue to do so. ( No pressure babe. lol)
I am also worried about my ovaries decaying. I'm at my peak age, looks, character, and I'm pumping estrogen like nobody's business. I think it's only fair to say that I would like a man to enjoy what I have to offer. Hmm, that sounded so slutty, didn't it? I mean, I don't want to be meeting someone when I'm all saggy. Hmm, it still doesn't sound right. I'm not sure how best to explain it. But I'll relate to Michelle Pfeiffer's latest flick ( I could never be your woman), pause at the scene where she and Paul Rudd are at the restaurant and that actress/wannabe waitress hits on him, and what does the fairy point out as she's describing the waitress's toned behind? Her body is pumping estrogen and it's at its prime time, it's screaming fertility and it should be made use of.
Have I confused you all?
Oh well, maybe the next time I see hottie walking around aimlessly, I'll request a private meeting and ask him what he plans to do with my skills.
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Also, hottie looked yummy, regardless of the awful colors he was wearing. I saw too much of him today and how come his behind is too flat?
Till we meet again,
Sedeso
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