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What goes around, comes around. And then it gets really dizzy and falls over.
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About bodashe
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September 9, 2009 Happy Birthday Epinions!
 Me in my natural state.
"I wish I were what I was when I wanted to be what I am now." ~ Unknown
I'm a quirky, boring, loving, tough, arrogant, humble, educated, ignorant, sheltered, experienced kind of girl.
What does not kill you, only makes you smarter.So, I have hope, but my favorite color is still clear.
I celebrated the sixth anniversary of my twenty-ninth birthday this past November 2nd. I'm now 29 plus a whole lot of ½s. I have an eleven-year old daughter (Bug), a seven-year-old son (Buddy), a sixteen-month-old daughter (Bunny), and the latest additions to Team Bowie are twin boys (Bread & Butter). I frequently marvel at how five children sprung from the same source can be such diverse individuals (A Gypsy, a Leprechaun, an Irish Canadian Freight Train in Motion, and Double-time Marchers!).
I've had a lot of different jobs. Certified Pharmacy Technician, guest services (front desk) for a major hotel chain, office muffin, construction worker, a pizza delivery driver, a maid, an ecdysiast - just to name a few.
Currently, I'm unemployed outside the home (unless being "The Old Lady Who Lived in a Shoe" counts as gainful employment. Come on Kindergarten!), but I make a buck or two here and there online.
"Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs." ~Charlotte Bronte Jane Eyre
For love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love. If a woman tells me: I love you because youre intelligent, because youre decent, because you buy me gifts, because you dont chase women, because you do the dishes, then Im disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer it is to hear: Im crazy about you even though youre neither intelligent nor decent, even though youre a liar, an egotist, a bastard. ~Milan Kundera Slowness
Yeah... Right... Sure... Fine... Okay... Whatever...
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