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As for myself... I love living in San Diego. I've lived all over the place when I was growing up. I've been here the longest and you couldn't pay me to leave. I love people who are nice to me. You can tell a lot about someone by the way they handle a rainy day, lost luggage and tangled Christmas lights. I've never been one to say things like "All you people think you know me, well you don't". I'm not that complicated. My complications always seem to work themselves out. I've figured out that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today.. life does go on. Change is inevitable. I love laughing. My son makes me laugh more than anyone I know. All you need to do to be my friend is like me. A sense of humor is REALLY important. Oh yeah by the way, Katie-time isn't in actual time but I try. I love ALL kinds of music. I even love country music, I am obsessed with it but I guess you kinda have to be to like 'COUNTRY'. I have beautiful friends. Be one. I've learned that people love a warm hug.. or even just a friendly pat on the back. People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. I'm really weird sometimes, but you are too. Speghetti and penne are NOT the same thing. I love trucks. They are works of art. I'm a thinker and sometimes an over-analyzer. BUT....I'm definately NOT jaded. I've learned that although I have pains.. I don't have to be one. There's "Nothin left to do but smile... smile...smile"
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| View Show | Create Your Own"I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!â€It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments..."