on another note... just found out that S is single again... strange how it happend. Saw a picture on myspace of Jason and S's Ex ( Read more... )

made a bonafide attempt over a plate of green enchiladas and a few jack on the rocks.
Seems to have worked for now.
Amazing what a little affection can do for a gal. We tell them what we need... they just so rarely listen.

We have about 50 pumpkins on the vine and the tiny embryo of a watermelon. Our garden in hopeful.
In another month it should be ( Read more... )

I think i chose wrong because now i rarely feel the joy of a lovers touch.

I have no emotional support. Arguments end with him listing the things he has done for me.
You wanted _______ i gave you ________.
We skirt around the issues that matter over and over again in vicious circles.

He doesn't want me. He wants someone to mother him properly. He can't ( Read more... )

Oh great... and now she has cancer. THis spoiled little scorpio has lived her whole life molycoddled and protected and spoiled till she is like a sour rotten little apple. And for some reason tony and his mother are bewitched and still cant see the error of their ways. So little spoiled girl comes to our house one 4 of july with another shady ( Read more... )

relly fucken pissed right now that my dreams are not really mine to control. I hate they fact that i cant send them into oblivion... Well i could but i am too good. And they are both really fucken ugly. I know this. why does it bother me? p.s. my back hurts like a bitch and my rommates spilled bong water on the couch. I hate this.

Your Mood Ring is Magenta
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The ring i posses tells no lies,
yet it lies there
unattached to me
unused
unseen

see what i mean?
mean words were said
say you dont care
care-fully walk away
Away from the past,
Past the present, and into the un-known
Know that i love you still.
Still nights will never be so empty as they are to-night.
'night my love
Love, me

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Booth pictures ( Read more... )

This poem reminds me of the soft, sweet, artistic, lonely girl i once was. The girl who used to stare out her window into rain and fantasize about knights; Who would sing softly to herself and paint reproductions of waterhouse paintings till the wee hours of the night. The girl who would pray to the moon and wish on the stars. This poem is ( Read more... )