"I was on your porch, the smoke sank into my skin, so I came inside to be with you. We talked all night, about everything we could imagine, 'cause come the morning, I'll be gone. And as our eyes start to close, I turn to you, and I let you know... that I love you. My dad was sick, and my mom, she cared for him. Her love, it nursed him back to ( Read more... )

Wow, I don't update much. Mostly because, well, I don't think anyone reads this, I have my IAM page to type shit on, and I have my Blurty journal, because the sisters made me get one so we can actually attempt to keep track of each-other, haha ( Read more... )

It's nights like this when I don't know what the fuck to do with myself.
I love it.

After getting all of Pope John Paul's luggage loaded into the limo, (and he doesn't travel light), the driver notices that the Pope is still standing on the curb ( Read more... )

It's 10AM and I didn't sleep at all last night/this morning. For the third day now, no sleep. This can't be healthy. Oh well ( Read more... )

Korreanna. My less-than-a-week-old cousin. Has had two operations and is going for another one tomorrow or Thursday. But I've heard she's doing well, still. So hooray.
Tom, however, is not doing so well. Is it bad to be so detached? I mean, to just... not really care? He's old, it's what old people do. At least I can pretend, right? Right.