Well, I’m sure my job is currently killing me at a very slow rate due to the huge amounts of stress and worry these days. Of course, being the person I am, I tend to just take it and roll with the punches, no matter the size of my headache.
I have noticed I’ve been increasing on my “adult baby” activity a little bit more now than I ever have. Just within this year alone I’ve spent close to if not already over $500.00 on AB clothing and gear. Less than a year ago, I didn’t even care
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking as of late and although I value my upbringing, simply because it made me into who I am today, but I just can’t get over the wishful thinking of being brought by a Caucasian family. Not that I’m trying to make this an issue of race, but here is what I have noticed in between the differences of raising babies. Where I’m from, in a black family, a baby is loved just like any other race and always gets what it needs. Not to say that this is the case for everyone, I’m
Well, this is my first time ever doing a blog in my life so; I hope it isn’t too bad but I felt compelled to write this morning. Through other posts, I’m sure those of you who have seen some of the things I have written, already knew I had a very close female friend who doubled as my “mommy.” I had to relinquish her last night; because she has a boyfriend now and we felt that our “play” could possible ruin her relationship.
When I first moved in with my boyfriend