On your own is actually really fun.
Have I ever told you that I love walking? No? Well I do. For me it is very empowering. Don't know why, but it is. Barefoot in bluegrass is the best. Unfortunately all we have in Florida is cra(b/p)grass. Anyway. My dad dropped me off in downtown Dallas a couple of times last week. The first, I just walked and walked and walked. Both the library and museum were closed, but that did not deter me. I love big cities. Being surrounded on all sides with elaborate skyscrapers is the best.
Dallas is a little slow for my taste, but definitely better than Wesley Chapel. The second day, I was deserted at the museum 3 hours too early. So I meandered around and found myself at the library. Very good? I think so. He may not have been attractive, but I wasn't going for looks. And I wasn't going for personality either, for J. Erik Johnson was too quiet and timid. That's right folks, I was looking for some action. And boy did Erik satisfy. 8 floors of pure heaven. The floor most willing to put out was lucky number 7. The scandalous seventh floor offered
Just don't tell my parents, alright?