...god Leads You To It And Takes

She Didn't Feel Thirty. But Then Again Again, What Was Being Thirty Supposed To Feel Like? When She Was Younger, Thirty Seemed So Far Away, She Thought That A Woman Of That Age Would Be So Wise And Knowledgeable, So Settled In Her Life With A Husband And Children And A Career. She Had None Of Those Things. She Still Felt As Clueless As She Had Felt When She Was Twenty, Only With A Few More Gray Hairs And Crow's Feet Around Her Eyes.

Nobody Can Pretend To Know What People Want To Read Or Hear Or See. People Rarely Know It Themselves; They Only Know It After The Fact.

Deep Down, Underneath All His Layers Of Stupidity, He’s A Really Good Man. He May Act Out Far Too Many Selfish Thoughts, Says All The Wrong Things At All The Wrong Times, But Behind Closed Doors He’s A Best Friend. I Understand That He Has Idiotic Tendencies And I Can Still Love Him For It. He May Not Be Someone That You Feel Comfortable Sitting Next To At A Dinner Party But For Me, He’s Someone That I Feel Comfortable Sharing My Life With.

His Entired Life Bundled Into Wenty Refuse Sacks. His And Her Memories Bundle Away In Holly's Mind. Each Item Unearthed Dust, Tears, Laughter And Memories. She Bagged The Items, Cleared The Dust, Wiped Her Eyes And Filed Away The Memories.

You Know, Sarcasm Is The Lowest Form Of Wit.' 'and Yet It Is Still Extremely Funny.