Spooge's Spit Up - On Goldie Hawn
All I ever wanted to be was happy.
Ditzy dumb blonde? I can be ditzy. I can be.
I got a heart tattooed on my foot. It's my first tattoo.
I have witnessed the softening of the hardest of hearts by a simple smile.
I noted that people are happy here in India. When I went back home, people had everything in the materialistic sense and were surrounded with abundance, but they were not happy.
I wrote the book because I wanted to be able to share some things that I had learned and as pompous as that may sound, as you get to a certain point in life, you figure so what am I doing?
I'm a woman who was raised to believe that you are not complete unless you have a man. Well, in some ways it's true. I am a feminist to a point. But I'm not going to deny the fact that I love to be with men.
It is not the question, what am I going to be when I grow up; you should ask the question, who am I going to be when I grow up.
My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small... my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don't want people to see how thin they are.
Ditzy dumb blonde? I can be ditzy. I can be.
I got a heart tattooed on my foot. It's my first tattoo.
I have witnessed the softening of the hardest of hearts by a simple smile.
I noted that people are happy here in India. When I went back home, people had everything in the materialistic sense and were surrounded with abundance, but they were not happy.
I wrote the book because I wanted to be able to share some things that I had learned and as pompous as that may sound, as you get to a certain point in life, you figure so what am I doing?
I'm a woman who was raised to believe that you are not complete unless you have a man. Well, in some ways it's true. I am a feminist to a point. But I'm not going to deny the fact that I love to be with men.
It is not the question, what am I going to be when I grow up; you should ask the question, who am I going to be when I grow up.
My eyes are too big, my nose is too flat, my ears stick out, my mouth is too big and my face is too small... my body is thin as a clarinet and my ankles are so skinny that I wear two pairs of bobby socks because I don't want people to see how thin they are.
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