Thursday, October 8, 2009

I love New York, but how I miss dear old Alaska. Old friends, old parents, old times. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change the experience I am getting in New York for anything, but I do miss snow, and nature, and grass.


I have been promiscuous, I am sure, but not as badly as I could be. I love life, and life is fabulous. I will be the person I want to date, and I will stop searching, and let things come to me.