I Have This Theory: If You Forgive

The '90s Are Really The 'sex And The City' Woman, And I Think, Right Now, The New Contemporary Woman Is The 'lipstick Jungle' Woman.

I Can Only Hope He's An Aries And Not A Scorpio.

Thank Goodness For The First Snow, It Was A Reminder--no Matter How Old You Became And How Much You'd Seen, Things Could Still Be New If You Were Willing To Believe They Still Mattered.

There's A Brief Moment When You First Wake Up, Where You Have No Memories. A Blissful Blank Slate, A Happy Emptiness.

I Can't Wait To Get Out Of The House. I Can't Wait To Get Out Of Here. I've Been Telling Myself This All Week. The 'getting Out Of Here' Part Is Unspecified, Though. Maybe I Simply Want To Get Away From Life