Journal: silly bot silly silly pants
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Journal: Everything sucks when you're gone
Come on over, watch the late show, stay up talking until two
Today's the day you're leaving and tomorrow you'll be gone
You're in my heart and on my mind, I will bring you along
Everything sucks when you're gone
Everything sucks when you're gone
I dream of our reunion, makes me crazy just to think
How so very far away you are, my hope begins to sink
Journal: haha
Journal: just doesnt make sense
My goddamn rock solid ghetto shiznit name is Fellatio Teapot, Yo.
What's yours?
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Journal: sigh ...
Who will win?
crazy azn parents + holiday traffic?!
wtf
So yes, another week shall go by w/o me getting to see Christine. I can't help but think that this has a little to do with my grandma being slightly racist. I'm not even sure if she's going to be at the barbeque, but I am sure that my Dad would put his mom in her place if she stepped out of line.
Journal: hmmm
Time - never bothered me
till I saw it slipping slowly away from me
and time took my years away
Give me back my memories of a better day
and now I've got a lot to lose
I've got a lot to learn
and no time to burn
Rain - spoiled a sunny day
Till I saw those cleansing drops took the
dirt away
and change always frightened me
till I changed into the man I always
Journal: Lady Liberty takes a bath ...
Theres just something about apocolyptic movies that always gets me. Really scary stuff, so inevitable. Most of the movie, I either noticed that my muscles were all clinched up and that I needed to relax, or that I had a big lump in my throat.