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Letter 42 – A Shopping trip to Victoria Secrets and Another Fun and Kinky Party at MJ’s
I’m writing this letter on 3-11-12 at 4:04 p.m.
“When I say friends, I mean friends. Not everybody can be your friend. It must someone as close to you as your skin, someone who imparts color, drama, meaning to your life, however snug and secure it may be.” –Henry Miller, A Trilogy
Our clocks sprang forward by one hour sometime during the night – Daylight Savings. Mr. C and I didn’t arrive home from MJ’s party until after 2 am. I had to get up at eight this morning to get ready to take my mother out for breakfast for her 70th birthday. Afterwards, I’ve been so tired, that I have been dozing in and out of sleep on the couch all day, after working and revising my last letter to you, organizing the next burlesque show, and editing my manuscript. Continue reading