The thing I didn't mention about my birthday is my toes. Okay, I did mention my toes. My shoes. What I didn't mention is that since I've lost the heels people would compliment with envy; the beauty, the stride, and the height... if I'm wearing a pretty dress I don't know what to do with... Continue Reading →
There's battle scars on all my guitars but I still come out here and play - Ozma At this point, I've given up on the idea that any one of these surgeries will cure me. When people smile and say lovely things like, "It's so great, after this surgery you'll be better!" I smile and... Continue Reading →
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