maleficent

Growing up doesnt necessarily mean growing old. While I'm not exactly a spring chicken any more, I still have dreams, and aspirations, and things I want to do, and will do. my career which gives me money, will allow for that to happen.

I still have been known to play, I still splash in puddles, I make smilie faces with the syrup on my pancakes, and have been accused of being down right giddy at times. I'm mature, but that doesn't mean I have to give up on what I wanted when i was 12. Those wants have changed, but I still want things for myself.

I no longer want to dance the nutcracker in Lincoln Center, now, I'd prefer front row center tickets for Giselle. My dreams are still there.

My imagination is definitely still there... How many people do you know can start a spontaneous game of pornographic hokey pokey in the chatroom... I can invent stories for kids and adults to get them to laugh, I can look for shapes in the clouds, I can write erotica that would curl your hair... My imagination is still there, it might not be monsters under the bed anymore, but it's still there.

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