Do You Ever?



Do you ever get tired of 
always saying the right thing,
of biting your tongue,
of not saying anything 
if you can't say something nice?

Do you ever want to celebrate 
your wild child?

Let your bad girl out to play
(if only for a guilty minute)?

"Girls Like Me" - created by MeriMagic on Polyvore.com


Whew!

I thought it was only me. . .

Comments

kt40s said…
laughing over here with you on this one:)
December 6, 2012 at 6:01 PM
Dawn Elliott said…
I not only dream about it...once in awhile I do it! Can't ALWAYS be perfect, can we???
December 6, 2012 at 8:33 PM
Annie Jeffries said…
Yeah, I do. And whenever I DO let loose, I get myself into trouble. Some people can get away with it. I'm not one of them. Alas.
December 6, 2012 at 9:37 PM
foxysue said…
Meri, you made my morning you dark horse you, gee-up! x
December 7, 2012 at 12:37 AM
Sandy K. said…
You are so creative:). I love the image, but I love the message more! Yes, sometimes I want to cut loose - the older I get the more I actually do! Thank you for the "thought of the day!"
December 7, 2012 at 6:14 AM
Zena said…
Yes, I do but lately I don´t permit myself to explore the wild side and I think I need to do it sooner than later. I feel a lack of air...
Love the image and the words, I needed to read that today
December 8, 2012 at 1:44 AM
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