The show has a reputation of grabbing washed-up pseudo-celebrities before they completely lose relevance (aside from a few exceptions, like gold medal gymnast Simone Biles, Bill Nye the Science Guy, and Fifth Harmony’s Normani Kordei), so Spicer just about fits the bill.
Like sundown, the closer we came to the end, the more precious and breathtaking our bond seemed to become.
This is to be the great summer of myself, of living beyond comfort zones, of finding courage and meaning in moments big and small.
Too bad El Chapo was recaptured. He would have done wonders for ABC!
I love the way my mind dances with thoughts of you,
imagining the curve of your lips, the slight smirk of your smile.
All I know is that I want to quit you, I want to quit this game, but then I see your face and all my logic goes out the window. I see your smile and all my strength leaves my body. I wish I knew how to quit you. If I could, I would.
Get up in the morning and take a steaming hot shower. Cleanse away your dead skin cells until you are tomato red. Scrub at your hair and wash off all the ways he used to touch you. Wash away his fingers and his hands and his lips. Rinse. Lather. And repeat.
Little by little, step by step, it has brought back my smile, a contagious smile that invaded my whole life. And it was not just the salsa, it was him – the strong, tall guy with celestial eyes that made me smile so much.
In Paris if you’re in love (And also really rich) You can buy a cruise on the Seine And dinner at the Eiffel tower I’m in love but I’m not in Paris And I’m certainly not rich And there’s a…
I found my lover, she was dancing in the dark.