Take a walk on the wild side

I walked in the door and I cut off all my long black hair. I just started chopping away. I'm not usually a crazy girl.
Its so hot here in Chicago and it is the 3rd of July and fireworks are going off all over my neighborhood.
My leg is broken, I can't walk! I have to use a walker to get around.
A male friend took pity on me and took me to dinner tonight. What fun? NOT!!!He had to pull the car in front of the restaurant, get out open the trunk get my walker out help me out of his sports car. I hop along to the table, people stare. Why I am compelled to tell these strangers I was hit by a car walking across the street, only god can answer. But I do. Even I am still amazed that I got hit by a car walking across the street. I mean who does that?!!!
Add insult to injury, I had to ask my date to please drive me to the Walgreens after dinner because I had to buy toilet paper!! I mean I know everybody uses toilet paper.. But..But really? I pee in the shower : (

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Make be a bike clown!!

b healed by the well heeled

There is a new healer all the rage in the bu..Malibu that is.
He heals you by staring at you. Yes by staring at you.
Hmm what if that really worked. Well there are testimonies that tell of magic healing. I know touch can be healing n hugs work too. My favorite laughter.
If you could heal with a stare. Imagine what you can do with a glare

Chicago from my sofa

Analize this

I hate when you start caring about a guy and you find your self thinking and re-thinking everything he says, does, doesn't do...Ugh!! Kman ur driving me crazy! U yummy bastard

No it's just YOU.

I love when men try to shame you into dating them. This guy tells me I must have issues with men because I told him he looked like a gang banger. White baggy t shirt, big mustache etc.. Man up it is just you. Then on my way out of the restaurant tonight with my broken leg hobbling, the young bartender asks me if I am still able to do other things..What? Really?