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Last night, I saw a shooting star. You wouldn't believe what I wished for.

P.s. - Me equals surfing on Friday. I am going to fall a whole lot. It's going to be awesome.

Still sore. It's the worst on my legs. But I'll recover ( Read more... )

Take random shots. That's right. Play your perverse roullette with my heart. Not caring is not an option.. I love you, baby. I'm just sorry that I can't be everything you want. This must be what it feels like to suffocate on nothing. Just pull the trigger.. So I can find out how this ends. The suspense of my heart, alone, is killing me. ( Read more... )

Work ruins my life. I have to work eight hours today, and my stomach hurts, and I am grouchy. But afterwards I get to see Kristen and Peggy. So it should be okay. This is me, leaving for work.

I don't know if you'll read this. I know it's a habit you are breaking, but I'm sorry.

The finale is blown. With these bodies, once ours, [lifeless.] Welded together in a mutely non-existent agony. Our future ranges shapless, a backwater of life. Choked with the weeds of despair. Take it back, baby. Please. For our beautiful simplicity rests in t w i l i g h t f a l l i n g ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, Peg Leg my love! I am oh so glad you were brought into this world 17 years ago today. Nothing but love, baby!