I always like to think that I was independent. "No thank you", I'd say in reply to passersby inquiring if I needed a hand picking up and moving a Volkswagen Beetle. (it was in my parking spot.)
I'd climb the shelves to reach the Cheerios in the grocery aisle.
I'm needier than I thought.
I have succumbed to that little ditty that's been circulating the Blogosphere ~ "Linda Needs"
Go to Google and put in your name and "needs" in the search button.
Linda needs to be a part of a loving, committed marriage.
I'll stick with a loving commited partnership TYVM.
Linda Needs Mental Help.
The one who denies it the most strongly is always the one in the most need of help. I'm fine. I'm fine, dammit. Fine fine fine.
Linda needs a new best friend.
Do not either. My BFF will do just fine. Even if she's a foot taller, blond, gorgeous and we're polar opposites. It doesn't matter to me that salesladies waiters and men swarm her when she walks through the door trampling me in their eagerness to get there first.
Linda needs help (more than usual).
don't we all.
Linda needs to be bright
stick a light bulb in my mouth and plug me in. Bright enough for you?
Linda you need a shrink
opinions expressed in this post are not neccesarily those of the author.
"I would give anything for $40,000 a month,and Linda needs more."
I'm willing to take less.
Linda needs to flatten her chest
Gravity is taking care of that.
Linda needs to think real hard and pray.
Did that. Thinking gave me a headache.