I hope Memoirs of a Geisha comes here. I will be sad if it doesn't. I like that saying: When you can stop men in their tracks, then you are a geisha. Wouldn't it be nice to stop men in their tracks. I don't know that I've ever done it, but I've definately had men follow me. That's a nice feeling. I often wonder whether I'm considered beautiful (shut your trap, Candace, you're biased 'cause you're my friend). I see myself every day, so I don't really know. I wonder if people think I'm fat. Not that I care, but I wonder if I'm bordering on that now. Who knows. Anyway, I got shite to do and no headache, so I'm gone. (Though the weird rushing in my ears is still there.) . Rosie.
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