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| I was naked when I wrote this, so pardon me if it goes stray: I was born to bring the house down, and cause utter devastation. But don't get me wrong, I'm a thumbs-up kind of person. Like some wise Yogi came up to me, pressed my forehead, and opened my third eye. Not a day goes by that I don't do a soft shoe across my floor, dancing to a song in my heart, wearing NOTHING, but a smile. I cant help being wicked sometimes though, just to balance everything up. Like push and pull. Yin and yang. For ages, who i am has long been left for others to decide, to realize and get back to me with results, reviews, commentary, compliments and complaints. I feel like I forgot how to decide for myself. Thank goodness I'm figuring all these out again. Figuring me out isn't that hard though. I smell like lilacs of spring, as cool as winter's breeze, as lovely as autumn, as HOT as summer,and as WET as the rain.
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