Secret Garden

My mother named me after a character in the book "The Secret Garden." Well, let me tell you.
I kinda went away for a while.
I felt too many eyes.
It turns out, it doesn't matter whose eyes are on you, what matters is that you allow yourself to feel, revel in that... because that, whether in pain, or in happiness, and all that is in between, THAT is life.
That is your soul, and I believe with every breath I take, every pang I experience, every joy I feel that there is something within us, a soul, that extends BEYOND the material realm.

Hmm about me
We don't need to operate under false pretenses now do we?
I don't like big birds, they freak me out.
I don't like presumptions, or assumptions.
I think William Shatner should not be thinking he is cool... that ship sailed with the Enterprise
Actually, I am not as cool as you want me to be, I'm cooler! All Desperate Housewives are...
I am married, do not send me pictures of your genitals, or requests for cybersex...unless you're my husband, and dear, please do not send me pictures of your genitals, I know what they look like ...We've been married for a minute.
I can be a b***h, yes that is both an admission and a permission slip, deal with it.
I hate pedestals, they're all high, and shaky, place me on one, and I realize it, I will do my damnedest to knock it over and set it aflame, it's what I do.
I'm not really sure what you want from me, you may or may not get it, I'm like a gumball machine, sometimes you really really hope for the shiny silver sheriff star, and instead, you get the crappy plastic frog.

I am from the state of Apathy, it's just north of Anarchy and Rebellion, take a left at Humility, travel 200 miles through Frustration and you'll reach the border in no time.
Hey don't forget to tip your waitress.