Apr 18, 2005 11:55
My mother is gone.
I am poor:
I was $44 in the negative.
I rely on the kitchen to over-portion food. I eat what tables can't finish.
I am sore:
I worked out for the first time in 5 years.
I feel vain. Vain and sore.
I am tall:
I am in search for shoes with heavy soles.
I rise and fall. My calves are sore.
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I like your LJ icon. Good pic. You should help me make one for my journal.
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i would like to be friends with you, i had fun just hangin out with you.
and i dont hate you.
i still think its bull for what you did but whatever i dont care, i never really did for the most part.
i dont know but we can hang out some time if you want to.
just call me i might be home, but i try not to be. i hate it there.
cherie
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all that shit with my mom and i is ok now im back at the "hell hole"
so thats good i guess.
i still have mostly been staying with crystal.
i really hope you are doing ok!!!
and i would like to hang out and talk so more!!
ill call you later or somethin when i get home!
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