It's official! My fantasy is doomed. I say this because, for the better part of my life (17 years) I've made such an effort to surround myself with people like me. Those people are artists, of any sort: musicians, plastic artists, dancers, writers... You get the idea.
So here I am, with a bazillion people who have the faculty of satisfying my fantasy, but I have this inkling that NO ONE ever will... Ironic, no ? How like life.
If you're lost I will refer you to my profile in the fantasy section.
On another note... I might take back what I said about the men in my life, because I suppose there are exceptions. However, for the time being I will leave it as is.
So now, friends, if you'll excuse me, there is a foot of snow outside begging for me to call some friends and have a winter romp and photoshoot. I'll let you all know how it went!!
So here I am, with a bazillion people who have the faculty of satisfying my fantasy, but I have this inkling that NO ONE ever will... Ironic, no ? How like life.
If you're lost I will refer you to my profile in the fantasy section.
On another note... I might take back what I said about the men in my life, because I suppose there are exceptions. However, for the time being I will leave it as is.
So now, friends, if you'll excuse me, there is a foot of snow outside begging for me to call some friends and have a winter romp and photoshoot. I'll let you all know how it went!!