Tracie

I worry way too much. It's possible I've wasted a total of five years of my life from worry. (And I worry about that, too.) I love way everything smells after it rains (which isn't often enough in Southern California), the smell of freshly washed hair, the smell of orange blossoms and the smell of my room after sex. I listen for birds chirping. I believe in the supernatural. You should change your haircolor often, since you can't change the length of your legs. Denial is just as destructive as an A-bomb. At times, I try to see the world through my son's eyes. I try to understand the world and the people who inhabit it, even though it's impossible. One form of happiness would be to lie on a beach with a book and a drink, and no concern of skin cancer or tipping the cabana boy. I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4