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• Today I'm Feeling

  Reflective	Creative	Real
  Off Da Hook	Emotional	Silly

• You can call me JULU.

  I'm a single working mother of two. Referred to as "an old soul" I have a knack for reading people. Friendly by nature, I'm that person who gets the quiet people to talk. When giving advice, expect my answers to contain a heap load of wisdom gained from my vast experiences, a considerable amount of women's intuition, and a dash of humor. I will not excuse behavior for ANYONE. If you do wrong then ask my opinion, expect the hard truth about it. I'm also an artist, so view life creatively. I'm a trip, and will clown you as I see fit. Guys typically think of me as like a sister, or they tend to "forget I'm a girl" because I'm so frickin' laid back. Hay, "it is what it is" so no need in me stressing over stuff I can't control. Don't get me wrong I have my moments. I just usually take the common sense approach to solving problems instead of letting my heart do the talking; and if that doesn't work, I ask Drake. I have a Degree in Business, and an Honorary Degree in "Dealing with Life's BS."

• Love hurts, and Then You Smile

  A lone tear streams down my face. Kindred is singing in my ear “your eyes they shine brightly with mine..you make my heart sing in ways I never knew…I love you just the way you are.” This man, this man. Why can’t I forget him. There are days I wish I never allowed my heart to wrap around his. Those lips, his touch, his aroma, his…EVERYTHING. And I love him just the way he is. All of him. He’s my addiction. And everyday I’m away from him I get stronger, rehabilitated. I love me more. I do. But it’s cool. Just having a moment here. And two minutes later, I’m all better.