There is nothing attractive about this word or what I'm about to share but I wanted to come clean. I have been a bit off of my blogging regimen due to some unforeseen issues that have put me down in the dumps. When I was in Mexico I apparently contracted some type of intestinal parasite,… Continue reading Parasitic
The female flow is an repetitive encumbrance that we women folk must face. It comes and it goes without a choice. Every girl has committed the precise whereabouts to memory when dear mother nature said, "hello." For me, it was middle school, 7th grade, choir class. Once she greets you, she's with you for the… Continue reading You can’t flow it down
