Hi, I'm Marie and it's been I guess about 2 and a half years since my last confession...
Nothing is the same. Life has changed so much since Fall 2008; it's interesting to think about. Hopefully this fall will be my last semester at Daytona State and I can move on to UCF. I still don't know what I want to be. I'd love to be a professional mother. I'd do a darn good job. I'd love to have 7 kids but with no way to buy diapers for that many kids, it seems ill advised. Right now, I just want to become a millionaire so I can have more babies. That's not entirely true. The truth is...Over the past 2+ years, I've seen my faith wither and die probably 20 times. I've also seen it blossom.
I've acquired a permanent plus one to the party of life. Twice.
I've attired myself in fine linens and precious gems. I've worn tiny dresses with the highest hems. Still nothing seems to contend...
Otherwise babe would be awake.
I think about it in retrospect. When I started this back in 08, I was reading the Prisoner of Azkaban over and over and not giving two craps about cock or diapers. Pot or wine. Baby smiles and warm, drowsy cuddles. The adorable look on Connie's face while she's drinking. The adorable face of babe while I'm giving it to him really good and proper.
I've acquired a permanent plus one to the party of life. Twice.
I've attired myself in fine linens and precious gems. I've worn tiny dresses with the highest hems. Still nothing seems to contend...
Otherwise babe would be awake.
I think about it in retrospect. When I started this back in 08, I was reading the Prisoner of Azkaban over and over and not giving two craps about cock or diapers. Pot or wine. Baby smiles and warm, drowsy cuddles. The adorable look on Connie's face while she's drinking. The adorable face of babe while I'm giving it to him really good and proper.