Saturday night ended up being pretty crazy -- first going to the Christina Aguilera concert (box seats). The Pussy Cat Dolls are H-O-T. And then the kids came over and partied at our house till 5am. I'm telling you, I'm getting too old for this sh--. I was so hungover the next day, I was pretty much useless all day.
And of coure, the famous last words were said the next day 'Let's never drink again.'
The best gift I have given myself (unbeknownst to me) is the gift of penning my thoughts and perspectives. I have a box full of "diaries," that are filled up with the thoughts, feelings, and dreams of myself in various phases of life, going as far back as the age of eight! If there was one word I would use to describe myself, I would say that I am a storyteller. The greatest story you can tell is that of your life - make it a good one.
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
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