When I was fourteen

Wow, blogging. You know, when I was 14 I used to blog everyday (sometimes twice). Back then we used to call it a journal. And I would never, ever, ever let the public read it! Today, everyone's stuff is out there floating in the vast space of the internet and no-one really gives a f. Hmmmm. Let's see. I'm not really very different from when I was 14. I still have way more patience for my Dad than I do for my mother (anyone for a little psycho-analyzing here?). I still love music, dance, clothes, jewelry, makeup, food and sex (not necessarily in that order)! I still concoct weird food combinations, only now in the Microwave, not on the stove. I still adore babies, especially my own! I still wonder about God; is he out there, does he hear us, is he a he? I wonder what my 14 year old self would think about my life right now? Probably that I've got it down right because I still enjoy doing what I used to - only now I don't need anyone's approval :-)