  You haven't vividly lived unless you have experienced being a woman. What is it in our genetic make-up that makes us so crazy? There is no middle of the road emotions... it's either exhilaratingly high or drudging through hell low. It leaves me with the endless task of trying to find that emotional middle ground call peace & serenity.
Is there really a woman who possess a type B personality? It's a curious wonder of how women tend to live longer than men... It makes no sense considering how much energy women use to "feel. " In my rough estimate, my fuse will blow out maybe in another decade. What exactly is our secret? On the side note, I think my fairy godmother is still alive. I hope she is not pissed at me. 
