"As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going."
But how long do I have to just keep going? The road signs are confusing. The traffic lights are faulty. The traffic police are nowhere in sight. To where am I going, exactly?
22 June 2008
Do you know where you're going to?
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