I love her like my mother. Well, I don't really love her like my mother, I love her like other people love their mothers. My mother is special.Mine too. :)
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A little something about me
- Margaret
- college town, Upper midwest, United States
- Sometimes late at night I break into song. And in recognition of that whole it's - really - too - late - for - anyone - to - expect - me - to - be - rational thing, I typically preface my musical rendition with, "That reminds me of a song...and it goes a little something like this." And so, when the mood strikes me, or the hour is late enough ;) , here is where I'll break into the silly songs of my childhood, the pseudo-intellectual ramblings of my grad student-hood, the haphazard mutterings of my single-hood, the philosophical musings of my female-hood, the inspirational babblings of my human-hood, the frazzled sputterings of my junior high French teacher-hood. So world, this is me. These are my thoughts, this is my life. And it goes a little something like this...
2 comments:
I usually class those people in a class akin to "aunts and uncles." =D
Yup, one's own mother is without comparison or equal.
Glad to see that you are still amassing amazing quotes! You really need a board for that.
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