Texting Leads to Sexing?

How is it possible that teenagers sending text messages and indulging in risky behavior such as sex, drinking, and drugs is related? A new study suggest that there is a link. Especially among "hyper-texters" who send out more than 120 text messages a day.

While 120 text messages at first look may seem substantial, it really isn't that alarming given the average day of a high-schooler. If the average teenager has eight hours from the time they get off of school until the time they go to bed then 120 messages equates to 15 messages per hour. This could well be a back and forth conversation with one friend.

The study, conducted with 4,200 students from 20 high schools in the Cleveland, Ohio area,  found that one in five students were "hyper-texters" and one in nine "hyper-networkers" who spend more than three hours a day on social networking sites like Twitter and Facebook.

Minorities, girls, and those whose parents have less education as well as teens living in single mother households were more likely to be "hyper-texters" or "hyper-networkers". Another study, done by a female psychiatrist, may explain the higher rate for girls. In her book, Dr. Luan Brizendine's findings show that women are three times more talkative than men.

Teenagers engaged in extra curricular activities, participating in sports, or various arts and classes are likely to be preoccupied. Students, whose parents are not able to afford the fees and cost associated with these classes are likely to find their social interaction through other means, texting and networking.

Could it be that the modern day "social butterfly" lives in a cocoon expressing themselves only through strokes of a keyboard, web chats, and tweets? Is this study simply stating that children who have enough time on their hands will find ways to entertain themselves and texting is just one way where sex, drinking and drugs possibly others?

In this era, where teenagers have embraced technology like no other, there is sure to be many studies on the social effects and trends of this "Electronic Generation".

Playing With Fire (A Visual Poem)

He walked around the house

Nonchalantly

No care in the world

I glared sharper than the blade in my hand.

He didn't notice 

or didn't seem to care

The water boiled

As he went on and on about how great Monday night football was.

I envisioned the knife slipping from my hand

in a possessed fashion

Striking him in the back

Then we would be twins

He stated something bout the Jets (I think)

and how Cal had lost the bet

He threw a Benjamin on the counter and smiled

"That's for you Babe!"

I seasoned the beef

But only after I beat the shit out of it

I wanted it to be tender

My silence must have made him deaf

Cause he didn't hear it

I heard him complain about the table 

He would buy me a new one soon

This one, he was bored and tired of.

DITTO!

Red Pepper was a good choice

Reminded me of red panties

Found underneath seat of his car

Potatoes were also in hot water

A glance out window verified that 

Dog was in doghouse 

...or should be

I noticed that ribs cooked previously

Had stayed out all night

I guess they were on his schedule

They were trash

Not any good

Neither was he

Phone signaled text message

He looks, blushes, & responds

I look at mines 

Picture shows him & a stranger I know not

One who was happy in love

I mashed potatoes furiously

Hmmm... needs cream

Funny...so do I

He kisses me on cheek

"My girl can throw down in the kitchen!"

He yelled proudly

I smirked

He had no idea

"Who forgets panties?"

 I questioned the asparagus as they steamed

Then added more lawrys to the meat

As if I wasn't salty enough

"His Slut Bitch!!" they answered

No sugar in the house

So I couldn't bake the cake from scratch

Similar to the ones on his back

That I didn't make

I remember when he was fine to me

Although he has always been 

Rather average

Wished I would've baked the potatoes instead

Garlic toast

signifying last meal I would make

Everything was DONE

So it was time to eat

He cared for his phone intimately

Always nestled in his pocket

Close to him

So no one could meddle 

Treated it with more care than me

Crushed ice in his glass

Red wine was appropriate 

One wine glass 

This bottle was much too mature

Served him punch

He searched for a straw

But never cleaned up his messes

It was the last one

And he left the box on the table

Meal 

Perfect!

I was good!

No! No! Better yet! I was great!

He never much deserved perfection

Although he ate it up greedily

and had the nerve to state that although it was delicious

Another side dish would have filled him up.

He already had one too many!

Although I hadn't eaten much

I was full

To the point I felt I would explode

He was full of pride

Satisfied

He didn't even noticed the ice pack 

I had placed on the spot where I got burned

He never even seen the wine bottle coming

Wonder if he now realizes that all my belongings are gone

~Nicole "Emoshen" McKinley

  

The Nuclear Family added to the Endangered Species list

I have just received a bulletin from the Endangered Species Committee that states that a new "Animal" has been added to their list.

The Nuclear Family

Coming from a nuclear family structure, in which all nine of the children were raised in the house with our biological parents, shared the same last name, and didn't have any half-brothers or sisters, this was the environment I was use to. It would seem that I should have become a product of my traditional environment, right?

Hmmm.... Well, It DIDN'T HAPPEN!!!

My household has three different last names (I shudder whenever I think about that!), three out of four of my children have the same dad (the last one is by a different man!), and I currently find myself 30 something and never married!!! Where did I go wrong?

Out of my eight siblings, I am the youngest and the only one who has NEVER been married (one of my brothers had his Single's Club Card revoked in Sept 2009). Not only am I the only person to never exchange nuptial vows in my family, but most of the women I know are EXACTLY LIKE ME!!! Crazy thing is, we are all 30 something, never married, kids by a man/men we are no longer with and confused!

Yes I said it CONFUSED!! The one thing that we don't want to admit but it always has an eerie way of slithering up our spine, entering our ear canal and embedding itself into our brains. Which causes us to turn to each other for support, guidance, and just to plain old vent about how STUPID the current brother we're dating was for not recognizing the treasure that laid before him. We have become a tribe of loveless-heard-it-all-been-through-that-before-if-it-don't-fit-don't-force-it restless natives. Wandering in our own wilderness of club scenes, restaurants, movies, walks through the parks, and "Un-huh, yes I'm listening" conversations trying to decipher the code for bullshit.

We come with play-books and reference cards. Voices in our heads scream to us "GIRL, DIP LEFT BEFORE YOU GET TACKLED!" In our dating arena, the team is missing one of the key players but he has to fit perfectly within the coexisting team. There is no reformation or trades that can be made at this stage in the game, and we're aiming for the CHAMPIONSHIP! We want the ring, bragging rights, and the glory!  We are ready to sing to the losers "Nah Nah Naaa Nah, Nah Nah Naa Nah, Hey Hey Hey, Goodbye!" as we watch their sorrowful faces indicative of the epiphany that just received due to the loss of "The one that got away!" Hey! Beyonce said it best "If you liked it...you should have put a ring on it!!!" Don't cry now!

But, truth is... Prince Charming never arrives on his trusty white Porsche and if he does, his goals are not aligned with our goals (at that time), or he's unwilling to deal with the tainted person we have become through experience. Better yet, he is too fresh out of a previous situation and not ready for another one. He just wants to be "Friends"! You know, the kind with benefits.

As I look at my parent's 60-years of marriage I smile. It took a lot of dedication on their part to maintain a union for 6 decades. Sometimes I wonder if I took the easy route out of Dodge County and gave up too easily. When the going got tough should I have gotten tougher?  Maybe my husband is right before my eyes, yet i fail to recognize him or I'm afraid of putting my all into another situation that will leave me scarred and bruised if it doesn't work out! Am I expecting the worse to happen so often that it does? Is that one little thing he does that irritates me always a deal-breaker?

"If you always do what you've always done then you will get the same results!" is a line that I hear frequently! also "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results!". Well, where is my STRAIGHT JACKET!  Maybe it's time to do something differently! Women of the world who find themselves in this same place in their lives, I challenge you to do something DIFFERENT!!  I will do the same and maybe, just maybe, even though we are past the nuclear family stage, we will be blessed with the BLENDED FAMILY of our dreams!!

Take Care Beloved!

I can't be friends with Trey Songz

All or nothing???

That's what relationships become sometimes.

It's hard to fathom life without someone that made a specific impact on us.

Truth of the matter is, sometimes we may even be willing to take a minor roll in someone's life just to keep them around.
Then there comes a time when we decide that the part-time roll is not good enough.
Our self pride and self values kicks us in the ass and states "You are TOO good of a person to sink that low".
Your confidence and logic take control of your heart and it boils down to...All...or Nothing.

"I love you, but as of now, we can no longer be friends."

This statement is usually one that leads to "The Land of No Return"or the FINALE of the relationship.

If this is where you find yourself BE STRONG!
It hurts, It hurts a hell of a lot!!
During this time it's best to listen to a little Usher and "Let it Burn"

Unlike the words of Trey Songz when he says "And I wish we never did, And I wish we never loved it..."

Move on my friends, but do so with NO REGRETS!!!

New Fall Fashion 2010... BELTS & ASSHOLES

I recently attended a fashion show displaying all the fall "must have" items. While i was excited about certain fall trends such as boots which were both utilitarian and ultra-sexy (best of both worlds),  hard, manly jackets softened by fur or lingerie underneath,  and belts, belts, belts on everything, I was a bit confused  by one trend... THE ASSHOLE. It seems this season everyone must have one ASSHOLE as part of a proper wardrobe.

The models carried the ASSHOLES down the runway with them, not physically but in the weight of  expressionless looks. I felt as if I could read what the stoned-faces were going through. Somewhat choreographed but also exasperated because he didn't call last night as he said he would. Some of the women in the audience did as well. It was apparent from every blackberry or iPhone glance that ended in disappointed, one-sided-pursed lips, verbal sighs or distant looks into space as if in thought. ASSHOLES were present that night and represented for their tribe. Suave and charming, one stated to his date "One second, I think I know this model." as he jetted to speak with a model after the show. Another with a look of disinterest kept babysitting his watch before barreling out of the door early.


The problem was, just like the cream high-heeled boots with the buckles (I am SO getting them!) I loved my ASSHOLE. Just as I knew every woman in the room and world did also.  From my experiences and the stories of other women we found our emotional highs and the depths of frustration usually in the same man.

How to recognize The ASSHOLE
He is the one:

• who is emotionally detached and tells you how his past is indicative of the reason why he can't love presently.
• who is  always too busy to escort you to movies and dinners because he is a Superman of a go-getter who is always off saving the day... or making money.
• who frequents clubs and comes home too tired to make love to you. (WHAT?)
• who is insecure and doesn't believe you value him as you do, so he continues to see other women as protective measures for his heart.
• sending you to another world sexually and to the underworld all other times.
• who takes care of you financially but leaves you romantically starving.
• who you feel the best around but you only see him monthly.
• that is arrogant and conceited and makes you feel like he's doing you a favor buy allowing you to date him.
• who cares about you but is just not ready to settle down.
• who is supposedly committed to you, but messes around with other women occasionally.
• who drives you CRAZY because you do all you can and still cannot win him over.
• who does not have a job, car, or house but treats you like a queen and has the best conversation.
• who says he will leave his wife if you could only BEAR with him for awhile.

Why do we deal with him? 
Why do we continue to deal with the ASSHOLE knowing that we deserve much better? ASSHOLES are smooth, clever, and many are very strategic! How do you think they can charm the pants off many women (not just us)? Every ASSHOLE knows that in order to keep a woman around there is one thing they MUST do!  That is, appeal to the EMOTIONAL SIDE OF THE WOMAN. The only way we as women continue to stay with ASSHOLES is because they have drawn us in, somehow, emotionally. I have seen it all from pity stories such as "Baby, your the only person in the world that is on my side! I NEED YOU!" or intense flattery such as "My baby looks so good that I gotta take you around and show you off!" and even brutal disregard like "Why the hell you keep asking me questions? Damn, I do what i want to do." Those approaches and many more is what puts us into am emotional state. Once we are tied to the ASSHOLE by an emotional string, he goes in for the kill! Dismounts from his high horse and reels us in further by revealing one of the following things to us: 

• Just how much we really do mean to him.
• If he ever falls in love it will definitely be with us.
• How thankful he is for the goodness and love we have shown him.
• That we are his only solitude and peace in a world of chaos.
• That we are his BEST FRIEND (complete with vagina and all!)
• That his life would not ever be complete if we were to leave.
• That we are the ONLY person in this world he can count on.
• That he doesn't understand why we continue to deal with him because we deserve SO MUCH more.
• How he wishes his circumstances could have been different. If they were, he would be with us.
• How we need to stop being so nice to him because he is not use to it.
• How if he had the money we would be taken care of .
• How he does not DESERVE us.
• That he works so hard to provide for us. That's why he is always busy.
• That the other girls meant nothing to him but a cheap thrill, we have his heart.

So what is it that we love about ASSHOLES?
Is it that as women we are emotional creatures and as long as we are in our emotions (good or bad) that validates the relationship in our minds? You know, like a child who wants attention so negative attention will suit them fine. So they act out in a mischievous way.
Do we like the emotional roller coaster of uncertainty?
Could it be that we are "hit on" all the time by men and we have high knowledge of our worth and value that someone who doesn't notice it needs to?
Do we settle for less because the good times outweigh the bad (at least in our minds)?
Do we take care of him because we are afraid to start over even though we could do better without him?

After the show, I watched one of the models get picked up by a guy in an expensive car. She carried a look of resentment that probably weighed a ton as she entered the car. I quickly understood that behind her beautiful silhouette there lived an ugly inner scar. Perhaps caused by the guy in the car. Could it be that his indiscretions had pushed across that thin line which landed him on the side of hate? Maybe he didn’t come home last night or came home smelling of Cabernet and Chanel. There was also a possibility that he was married (not to her) and continues to tell her that he will leave his wife (knowing he actually wont). On the other hand, maybe the car was hers and he has the privilege of driving it around town (while occasionally picking her up and dropping her off).

Whatever the case was, that day I realized I really didn't much care to obsess in fashion trends... or ASSHOLES and that the word STRIKE sounded pretty good to me.

Bitter Girls Anthem 2010

Marsha Ambrosius' (formerly from Floetry) song "I hope she cheats on you (With a basketball player) is the new Bitter Girls Anthem for 2010. Taking the place of former anthem "I bust your windows out your car" by Jasmine Sullivan.

Message About Soul Mates!

I just heard something interesting! My daughter was reading an excerpt from Eat, Pray, Love  concerning soul mates. I tuned in intensely being that I felt as if I had found and lost mines recently. The woman in the book was in almost the same situation I found myself in since she was grieving over the loss of someone she considered to be her soul mate. One of her male friends in the book began explaining to her the deep meaning behind soul mates from what he had learned. He stated something like:

"Your soul mate is someone who comes into you life and holds a mirror to your face. They show you all the potential and bad habits that you possess. Their job is to inform you on who YOU really are. Then they move on! They are not meant to stay in your life but to show you your life!"

^^^^^^DEEP^^^^^

So...to my soul mate (if your reading this), THANK YOU SO MUCH! You have been my best friend and muse. I once mourned your presence, now I rejoice in your memory. You are and will always be special to me because what we shared, was bigger than both of us. I hope that I shed some light into your life as you have done mines.

I will never forget you! *muah*

Dying Breed.

Some could care less
That I'm blessed
That my self esteem make me 3 times better than most
& the rest keeps my head doped 'cause they just keep floating my boat
My tolerance for bull shit is low That's why I stay on my cock pit flow
I stay high...off life
Filling his head with gas from my windpipe.
It's leaded & lethal
He couldn't get it, he was see-thru
Or transparent
But what was apparent
Left him n the dark.
'Cause he was known for flipping hearts
But he couldn't budge mines
So he was confused & intertwined
He had perfected leaving others in masked misery
But when he met me his past became his history
His legacy broken
The word he was gonna spit to me became unspoken
'Cause they no longer had value
& he would sit 4 hours tryna figure out just how his charm could flank me
But every time we had a convo all he was able to do was thank me.
4 allowing him 2 bask in my presence.
Said I made him feel more than alive...somewhat effervescent.
But his old ways began to creep out & try & infiltrate my heart!
He wasn't as clever as me
& his endeavors
Never severed me
From my logic
I recognized his politics
& his campaign wasn't winning
It tormented him, made him go crazy
Drove him insane like daisy
& the death of his game started pushing daisies up
Then he began to figure it wasn't a detriment, he was in luck
He had met his match
He caught his catch
A soul mate
He cud prorate
& he began to beam with pride
The Cheshire cat who caught the mouse n the rye
So systematically
He began dramatically
Changing & his mind kept elevated
To the 26th floor
There he cud explore
A new level of meaning
Atoned! He was through with all the scheming
& began to call me queen
& curse the material things
& he held his fist n the air
& twisted his dreads wit care
As he became conscious
He developed a new logic
That helped him lead
The success of a lost one whose now a dying breed

Why is my ass the topic of argument???....Really?

**Me standing in line in a crowded room**

A girl and her male companion come behind me in line

Girl yells as loudly as possible "I KNOW YOU NOT LOOKING AT THIS B!TCH ASS IN FRONT OF ME!!" **Everyone in room looks in her direction**

Guy: **speaking softly** "Man! Chill out! You know what it is!"

Loud Girl: "YEAH YOU RIGHT! I KNOW WHAT IT IS, BUT DON'T BE AT MY HOUSE TRYNA ACT LIKE IT'S ONE WAY AND WHEN WE GET OUT IN PUBLIC IT'S SOMETHING ELSE!!!

Me: **Thinking** "I hope it's not my ass he is looking at! It's a million girls in this room. Why mines?"

Guy: "Calm down!"

Loud Girl: "DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! HEY, I LIKE GUYS AND GIRLS SO I'LL LOOK TOO, BUT YOU ARE SOOOO DISRESPECTFUL!"

Guy: **positions himself behind woman to give her a hug from the back as a show of his affection for her**

Loud Girl: "NAH, NAH NICCA." **She feels something** "WHAT!....AND YOU HARD FROM LOOKING AT HER!!! **pushes guy off** "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY TRYNA HUG ME AND YOU HARD FROM LOOKING AT THIS OTHER CHICK?? NAH, NAH, YOU GOT ME MESSED UP!"

Me: **thinking** "Is this really happening? This type of stuff happens to ONLY me!"

Loud Girl: "YOU KNOW WHAT NICCA! YOU AINT NEVER GAVE ME NOTHING BUT A HEADACHE!! HERE, TAKE THIS DOLLAR AND CATCH THE BUS HOME! MUTHA F#CKA!" **Hands guy a dollar**

Guy: **Takes dollar and leaves**

Me: **laughing to myself at how "ghetto" the whole scenario is.

Loud Girl: **mumbling to self** "I hate disrespectful mutha f#ckas!" "He gone come with me and be looking at another b!tch!

Me: **I finally reach the counter to take care of my business tripping about the fiasco i just witnessed!** WOW

Excuse Me Bruh!.....My Man Get's Deep!

Please understand that I cannot entertain your requests of my time!

My heart has been promised to a brother who is skilled in rhyme...and verse,

but first, let me tell you a little something bout me.

I need a man of SUBSTANCE! His thinking... can't just be... elementary.

And Bullshit!....Oops...Pardon my French Class cuz I was given a hall pass and was excused. 

But back to my views, on hip-hop and men.

Your diamonds lack brilliance when your mind doesn't shine! 

So... You can keep spitting rhymes about your fortune.

and let the whole world know how your brain had a knowledge abortion

But I'm not phased

cuz I'm reminded of days where we had to fight for the right to learn

Now, your ignorance is as degrading as that cross they burned

So excuse me PLEASE...

Make way for real Emcees 

Who don't make up dances to thwart your attention from their words

(Cuz they are not talking about sh!t)

I don't know who worse the dancers or the ones that talk illiterate!!

and this is who our kids look up to??

Nah, move around playa

You not deep enough for me

Nah, I'm not tryna cope any of your CD's 

Your hooks are catchy but that aint enough to camouflage your flow

and if I hear any more auto tune!!! I may just snap

cuz I'm tired of some of this lame rap!!

My Fav! Lupe Fiasco!

LOL! My off-the-top-of-my-head ramblings!

Lessons From the Moon

As I was driving two of my children to their martial arts class I was overwhelmed by the elusive nature of the moon as it seemingly hid behind clouds in a guileless game of hide-and-seek! The moon would peek at me, every now and then, as it snuggled into the cloud design of the blue comforter that it used as camouflage. I saw it peeking. Pretending not to notice I let the moon think it outwitted me until I bored and said in my sweet nurturing voice "I see you" then in my childlike voice "TAG YOUR IT!" It was then that the moon gave up the charade and revealed itself...fully.

My children, who knew how sporadic and fun loving I could be, did not even flinch at watching me play tag with moon. Instead, they began to take interest also. My 14-year-old daughter spoke

"Mom, did you know today is the Autumn Equinox?" 

I didn't.

My 17 year old son added "Isn't it amazing that all historic civilizations that have every lived like Mesopotamian, Babylonian and Egyptians have all looked upon the very same moon that we are looking at right now?"

Wow! I hadn't thought of that!

Once my kids had gone to class I took a moment to spend with the moon, one-on-one. I thought about the words of my children Autumn Equinox & historic civilizations. I began to feel at peace as the worries & concerns I had felt prior to that moment began to wash away as if the lesson were epiphanies to my soul! I felt somehow complete. I had let other people's feelings somehow dictate mines. I lived in the belly of the self-pity that had swallowed me months earlier.

This self-realization lectured my soul. I began to ponder on how minute my problems were and how the Autumn Equinox meant a changing of the seasons. IT WAS TIME!! Time for me to let things from the old season die off like the leaves of trees would soon after the changing of colors. Also, I would hold truth that, just as the moon, the energy inside me was brilliant & eternal. Much too special to spend concerned on if another mere mortal favored me! Priceless... was too weak of a word to define this new understanding since it defines monetary concerns. This feeling... was spiritual!       

I am so excited to share this new phase of my life! I will still discuss some old topics just as a measuring tool because you can't understand where you’re at until you know where you've been!

So... HAPPY AUTUMN EQUINOX beloved friends & family!

Being THIRSTY can lead to a whole lot of TROUBLE!

DAMNNN!

I just witnessed an interesting scenario while at the gas station. There was a woman (very attractive) at the coffee station (making her a cappuccino or mocha…whatever). This guy was hanging around the back of the cashier’s station as if he knew one of the cashiers and had nothing better to do than lean against her “Cashier’s Cubicle” and talk to her. I noticed this guy as I was at the ICEE machine making a large $1.00 ICEE (They are such a VALUE!! Almost as good as the large fountain drinks at McDonalds for $1.00!!! DEAL!!!) . Anyway, like I was saying I noticed this guy and thought to myself either he needs to get a life (because REALLY who hangs around at gas stations? Come on now!) or he was a bit THIRSTY….*Pause Right Here*

(For all of those who have never heard this Urban/Slang word used in this manner before click on the word THIRSTY for a proper definition.)

Back to story

Or he was a bit Thirsty and was trying to get with the cashier girl.  The guy’s attention suddenly changed from the cashier girl to the cappuccino-making lady. He looked up her up and down as her back was turned to him while she added the appropriate syrups to her coffee.

Now mind you, at this point I am in line sneaking a few sips of the ICEE (since I hadn’t paid for it yet I wondered if that was considered stealing!) when this guy comes into the gas station looking and smelling good. I politely put on my cute~girl~face (HEY! I’m single!! And don’t call me THIRSTY either!! LOL!). Suddenly the guy stops behind me “Yeah, he’s probably digging me.” I think.  LOL! I soon realize that it is not me who has his attention but the guy leaning against the “Cashier cubicle” with his gaze glued to the cappuccino-making lady. All I heard was,

"AYE MAN, KEEP LOOKING AT MY WIFE LIKE THAT AND YOU AINT GO HAVE NO EYES PLAYA!"

WHOA!!!! **the record stops** as superglue eyes finds a way to break his stare and turns and states to the husband

“Huh?”

“I SAID THAT’S MY WIFE!”

“Oh her, I wasn’t looking at her.”

“ALRIGHT!”

Husband then proceeds to walk to the soda area and I walk out of the gas station sipping my ICEE (legally now!) saying to myself DAMNNNN!!!

Emotion Noodle Soup

My heart felt chopped

The memories of past loves stirred in my head

I was swimming in the broth of emotional overload

And all the feelings I felt was hard to control

Faces…were beginning to fade…in my mind

And the ones I could picture I couldn’t place the names to

The letters were all scrambled like alphabet soup

I felt as if I had poured every ounce of me into others

And my glass was empty…I had nothing…left

I peered into the container that stored my soul…Fragile…Translucent…Empty

I started reading “Chicken Soup for the Soul”

As every part of me became ingredients in a swirling

Pot of emotionally confused gumbo

Poles apart I was

Under-loved & overzealous

My soul was simultaneously

Uplifted & Downtrodden

My vision was…Vague yet focused

X marks the spot, over my heart

Where treasures live…undiscovered

(or to cleverly hidden)

Unforbidden!!!  ‘Cause not many have ventured

Is the soup done yet?

Aww Man! This batch is too cold?

But different than the last one I threw out cause it was too old?

So, I gather all the pieces of me back

When it’s time for me to invest my time,

My effort in another worthwhile batch of soup

I will have all that it takes

But for now,

I must allow time to become full…again

Nicole “Emoshen” McKinley

~RealationSoup~