I am hungry. All the time and in more ways than one. I live to eat and eat to live, but don’t get me wrong. I’m competitive too. Competitive with a side of ambition and hint of perfectionism. I want more. Of everything. Of life, laughter, legacy, boys... nachos from Freebirds.
This hunger that I have? It can be satiated… temporarily. But it always comes back. I am too well acquainted with that gnawing sensation, the one that can easily be mistaken for nausea… the one that begs to be fed.… Continue
Posted on October 16, 2009 at 8:04am