I'm A Disorganized Mess. My Purse Is

I Try To Live In A Little Bit Of My Own Joy And Not Let People Steal It Or Take It.

From Time To Time, I'll Look Back Through The Personal Journals I've Scribbled In Throughout My Life, The Keepers Of My Raw Thoughts And Emotions. The Words Poured Forth After My Dad Died, When I Went Through A Divorce, And After I Was Diagnosed With Breast Cancer. There Are So Many What-ifs Scribbled On Those Pages.

I Wake Up At 4:15 A.m., Get Some Coffee, Turn On The News, See What's Happening, Go Clickety-clack On The Web To See What I Missed Overnight. Then I Go To The Gym, Around 5:15, And I Do What Appears To Be A Very Light Workout, But Who Cares. I'm Socializing With Other Nice People At The Gym. Then I Go Into Work, And I'm Really Awake.

I'm Good At Picking Friends.

When You're A Big Girl Like Me, You Want Someone Who Makes You Feel Diminutive. I Think Fat Guys Are Sexy.