He was half man; half male. His chest reddened to a mighty radish shade in the summer months, but paled…
Some love took place in the hot tub I was in last night. Allow me to explain… It’s fair to…
Instantly, I knew who I wanted to be with that night. It was obvious; it had been for some time. She was the one I wanted to introduce to my friends; the one who I’d want to spend this evening with; the one I’d be honoured to share a plush hotel room with. The one who I would even let pilfer my sausage the next morning.
As I recently decided to go back into the world of freelancing and am receiving a growing number of enquiries about my writing (I’m still taking them, by the way) I thought it seemed like the ideal time to resurrect the company I once registered for this exact purpose.
I do have bad thoughts. Demons, if you will. I hope that, by being honest in my opening confession, you can find the compassion in your heart and not to judgement in your mind. I shall explain just what demons in this very post.
I look for the positive in situations. That’s what I do. Sometimes, though, it isn’t possible. Sometimes it is time to face the facts. Sometimes, you just have to admit when something is over and that it is, finally, time to say goodbye.
This forest wasn’t going to stop me getting to where I wanted to be; where I needed to be. The leaves flew by, the branches smacked my body as I dashed past them and the twigs below my feet crackled and snapped with my gathering pace. I was winning this battle. Human versus nature. Desire versus defeat. Nothing could beat me… until something leapt out from behind a tree.
I have a brilliant opportunity to have even more special people enter my life. Hopefully, I’ll get the chance to have a positive effect on theirs too. I’ll know people this time next year that I haven’t even met yet: we all will. How brilliantly exciting is that?
“HI sexy, it’s Leigh. I saw you and you sound HOT. Wud luv to chat. Txt me.” Well, there was nothing in that message that could possibly lead me to be mistaken: Leigh wanted me to text her.
Of course, all year round, it is right that we remember those less fortunate than us. What irks me when the snow falls is that, year after year, one group is left out of the equation…