The job has been alright. Sometimes it bothers me, working for my father. I know I'm doing him a favor and it's only helping us both out for the time being, but he seems to forget that I need a little reassurance from time to time that he's impressed with my work ethic, too. Other than that, life's been pretty good. I went shopping yesterday ( Read more... )

I'm not perfect. Nor have I ever claimed to be. I can't give you something other than that of which I am, and maybe that is not enough for you. Maybe it is. I don't know. I don't promise you all the happiness in the world, or all the beauty, either. I am a fairly complex girl trying to find my own place in this ridiculously complicated, ( Read more... )