ive served in the military for 11 yrs -army.but when i got out and came home the people in my town still treated me like shit.they said that obama was spending too much money on the military.there are still many homeless vets in many cities,im not one of them but i feel that we are wrongly treated for serving out country.
Dear friends I m writing a blog for the first time here and I thought it would be good subject to talk about; why is for the woman harder to get some higher position in society of any field especially in politics? I know,we womens are gently and less strongly physical then mens but also have brain wich is only falue in higher positions...I wonder and i v seen some facial moments when woman talk in public
that s ok, but why are some reactions from side of mens like: oh,isn t she cute,dear.
If you ask me-that s a litlle judgemental and not open mind.that s not real I think! instead,us must someone take seriosly.we are human beings too.
Personal, I dont have such problems luckyely but I notice it in todays society.
greetings from Foxina
Attractive or a put off? Some anatomical sites more than others? Still feel the same about it now as you did when you were younger. Beards, bushes, chrome domes, etc. This morning on the Beeb they featured the trend among Sikh women to wear the turban, and ditch the razor.
Why do you want to fly black bird? I want to reach the sky. Why do you want to fly black bird? I have gold I want to reach. Why do you want to fly black bird? I want to feel the wind beneath my wings. Why do you want to fly black bird? I was born to fly. Why do you want to fly black bird when i pick your feathers out? If a caterpillar can fly then so can I. You may have pick my feathers out but I will grow new ones. I was born with wings so I will fly, fly away into the evening sky. Why do u want to fly black bird? Why do you want to fly?because I was bborn to fly....
If only happiness was in my grasp, I would hold it so tight and firm never letting go. I am being slaved by sadness while I thirst to drink from the fountain of happiness and am tangle in unhappiness while happiness drifts away on a evening sail. If only I could break free and follow happiness into tomorrow, how joyful I would be as my joy stands beside me or its a mare mitt of something that will never be.
..love ain't what it's cracked up to be..who's up for some mindless loveless sex...
..I wanna fall in love again..Getting bored of all this mindless loveless sex....
..I wanna fall in love again..Getting bored of all this mindless loveless sex....
I awoke with the sun beaming in my skylight.
early spring I was thinking, as songs of ladies in safron and virgin white calmed my winter nightmares .
They mustered me with the vigor of youth and I got dressed quickly.
I ate breakfast briskly and with the drop of my door handle stepped forward to embrace the day that had woke me with so much promise.
Here now half way down the road, I decree "How foolish I was" There is a coldness with today's beauty that I could never have perceived in the dawn of courting the living of it.
These are perhaps the worst type of days.
The ones we want to embrace the most; But refuse to let us feel the warmth that they have promised in signals either sent or misread..