Tales, trials and tribulations of a single girl in the city.
"Writing is a lot like sex. At first you do it because you like it. Then you find yourself doing it for a few close friends and people you like. But if you're any good at all...you end up doing it for money." -Unknown
I just found five grey hairs and promptly pulled them from my scalp. Hmph, who'm I kidding? They weren't grey, they were snow white, y'all. Growing old gracefully? I think not. The descent into senility begins.
posted by Cat @ 1:30 PM
2 Comments:
Haha! Welcome aboard!
I'll be the one trying to jump from the moving train!
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