Wednesday, May 5, 2010. Imagine an ice skating rink packed with first-time skaters. Now replace the ice with patches of grass, puddles of water, an occasional farm animal, and mud everywhere. Multiply the ridiculousness by your choice double digit number, and there you have it, a blessing in disguise. I realized my negative attitude was causing me to miss out on the hilarity that is my walk to school this whole time. About 5 weeks from n.

8230; while wearing my sunglasses most of the time, that when men look at me, at my body, they look at my crotch. But why the crotch? I checked it out once in a while to see if it was looking like as if it needed any attention. To me it always looked like an average crotch.