sugarbearz
My mom loves earrings, at least she used to. She had dangly ones, hoops and studs in all shapes and sizes. Themed earrings for holidays, fancy earrings for going out all dressed up (even though she never gets dressed up OR goes out).
We visit our Tahoe cabin twice a month during the warm months but I hate to go there when it snows. It is almost painful to me to be cold. But the cabin is perfect for summer, right on the lake with towering pines and astonishing views.
I popped up the collar on my London Fog overcoat. The rain was turning from a drizzle to a pour and I regret the choice to leave my umbrella behind. No time to go back, the asshat in front of was moving fast and didn't care that he was getting drenched.
We had plans, big plans. But life happens without caring about your plans and here we are. Old and gray with no ability to plan for the future. Now life leads me when I should be leading my life.
The entire relationship hinges on our love for Stephen King and smoking pot. What else do we have in common? Not a lot but maybe that's more than most friends have and how can you dissect love? There is no way to explain that feeling when you sincerely care about another human.
Fences, miles and miles of straight white fences and green, green grass. The horses grazed peacefully, the sky was a soft, welcoming blue and the entire view was breathtakingly beautiful.
I'm no runway model, sir, whitening and straightening my teeth is an expense I can't afford and certainly don't need. Can you please just fix the cavity and stop trying to suck the life out of me through my wallet?
I'm not at liberty to say, she replied. That information is private and I'm known to have a reputation for discretion. I couldn't sell my products to the rich and famous if I blabbed about it to the world.
My favorite time of day, quitting time! The freedom of walking out that door and getting my car, dreaming of that cold, crisp taste of my first beer when I get home. Tastes like liberty.
The man began to bellow at the top of his lungs. I couldn't hear what he was saying through the thick glass of my office window but it was clear he was one unhappy guy. His face was red and I could see spittle flying from his wide, red, angry mouth.
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