39, curvy, brown-brown, attorney, mom, separated. A self-deprecating, loyal, ink- and-paper book-loving, passionate nerd who is STILL trying to find her way. Born a brunette, I made lots of blonde jokes in the 1980s, only to be blessed with a golden-haired Doodle who wants her mommy to "have yellow hair like her." So as I meander through my 40th year, broke but not broken, stuck but moving forward, I vow to concentrate on fixing myself--mentally, emotionally, and financially. As a blonde.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Day 35:1:48 a.m.
Asleep. Deeply. Awake. Abruptly. Sleep. Elusive. Chocolate ice cream. Creamy, icy sweetness soothing my sore throat. Wine. Crisp, tart coolness soothing my mind. Book. Black words written in ink from deep inside soothing my soul. Peace?
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