I have no real clue how I’m going to use this space. I doubt that I am disciplined enough to remember to write here often enough for it to really matter. Moreover, who will read me, anyway?
In case someone is out there. . . .*crickets*. I didn’t think so because I haven’t decided to tell anyone about this place, yet. Anyway – I used to talk to myself as a child so, I ain’t new to this – I am a 30-something attorney. I am single, but in a committed relationship, I am a soapmaker and I have a Maltese, my sweet boy, Cooper.
In case I haven’t already bored you to pieces, I will use this space to chronicle some other boring aspects of my life. If nothing else, those of you who just can’t manage to get restful sleep can 86 your Ambien and just read this at bedtime.
Barrister.
Welp, we have some things in comment. ‘Cept I’m just obsessed with soap, but don’t know how to make any, and my boyfriend won’t let me get a Yorkie. Cuz he’s a selfish creep.
Soap is a gateway to other addictions like lotions & creams (my fav) & shampoos & conditioners. . . .It will freakin’ take over your life.