Screw livejournal. I'm sick of it. It's too pretty to randomly post in, but not appealing enough to think up topics to write about. It's becoming more of a burden than a stress-relief. So, I'm going back to xanga. It's been sorely missed.

Out,
Taylor Greene

Did I mention I hate my job?


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Sunny told me the picture links weren't working on my last post...so here's the pics to go along with the story.


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Everyone is asking me….so before I go into story-telling meltdown, I bring you:

The Full Details of My Trip to Lackland Air Force Base

Thursday: By  16:00 (we’ll be using military time from this point on, as it was given to me by Mr. Gomez) this afternoon I had driven out to pick up Paul, and Clarissa was arriving at my house. ( Read more... )

          
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I can't take it much longer.

Nine more days. Count them. Why is it now, I can't seem to grasp the time and make sense of it? Why do I want to cry every time I hear a song, or see his scribbly toddler-ish handwriting. Why do I feel like there is no end to this? I'm so close.

I know my posts are Josh-filled, but I can only write what is on my mind. ( Read more... )

What did I do to deserve this? I certainly have sifted through my fair share of dickheads in the time I've been dating. God knows last year was my hell of all relationships. Never again. I'm so lucky! Now, I have the most amazing boyfriend I could dream up. I've been accused of fabricating him like something off of RepliKate. My last letter from ( Read more... )

I don't guess I've ever really attempted to explain my fetish with mexicans. Actually, I know I haven't, because I've never really sat down and thought of all the reasons until ...well until now ( Read more... )

The letter I've been waiting for. Finally here! Oh my God I'm so happy! But it makes me so sad to read. I don't think he'd mind if I posted it ( Read more... )