Move back fifteen spaces.

Why can't I live on coffee and French fries?

Call it what you want - the cycle of repeating the things in our lives that we have yet to deal with. I am (oh, so unfortunately) at fifteen again. And this time I am embracing it. Angst and all.So, send me ideas. Things to do - music to listen to, books to read, anything that comes to mind. Today, I am wearing my hair in piggy tail knots, I have on hot pink and black (black velvet stretch pants), star and moon toe socks, two separate earrings, and five necklaces. I look about as confused as I feel! What's next - perchance a hair color? I can't afford a piercing. But, I'd entertain it if I had a sponsor.

eramarie