Attitude is everything, something that may change from day to day that is not something new. It is integrity that stands. Something that someone cannot take from you. I learned that in 5th Grade, a couple of hippies and a guitar came to class, and taught us that lesson, and handed out these Japanese candy sticks dipped in chocolate, and passed them out. Pockys. I think they were called. Anyways. Everyone attacks life and its plain from a different standpoint and with a different set of standards and with a different tool belt, a certain gusto toward life and drive, its not for anyone to say what it is to motivate any one person in life, or how so, what is to drive human kind, what is good purpose in life, for good, that is up to you, what you define as good purpose in life, to build or put down others to achieve good or better, that is up for debate, real estate shrugs its shoulders “we don’t know” #whocares. Ya guys. Anyways. So anyways folks. Lets just move forward, my house is gone and my pre-school is gone. Right now I convinced #PresidentTrump we are soul-mates on the basis that I used to rock Barbies in my ballet shoe box to pre-school at Baycities, and suck my thumb in the blue square book shelves during recess, okay. Love all. Be well. Build something new! He shouts! Already done I stammer. > mymollydoll.com (2013) > I lay down. He walks off. Inhales. Exhales.