Everyday blurbs on life and perfume. Thursday, August 11, 2016. At first, it seemed like just another fruitchouli, all mainstream and ordinary. No one can smell it on me which, as a compliment whore, is a crushin.

The wind brushes through my hair and the air smells of roses. I find myself in a whirlwind of emotions. Your eyes staring into mine. Your skin feels soft like a fresh fallen snow, but warm like a mid-summers day. The look on your face radiates love and engulfs me in feelings indescribable with words. I fall into your eyes; being pulled by your words. I crave to be closer to you then is possib.

Feel Great, Live Your Dreams and Create a Better World. I roasted a goose for the first time yesterday. It was also the first time that I ever tried goose. DELICIOUS! Not on my watch! Of course, I saved all the fat I could, since cooking with it makes things taste so good.

Social Lethargy and The Art Of Being Stranded. Come on, people; put some effort into it.

A mere quick chat and. Maggie for the wonderful photo holding. Makes good sense to me! The biggest thing that impressed me, other than the great.