conversations on the eve o' destruction
I am wanting — Ice cream. I do not know where this came from. I have not had ice cream in a real long time. I am not even sure how long. Stop doing something long enough, you get out of the habit of wanting it. But tonight. I want ice cream. Natch there […]
One hundred and nineteen pounds. YES!
Dear God: You win. I am giving up the ice cream. Now may I please drop under 120 pounds? Love and Kisses, me