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ptuckitpatriot

where the weather finds you

Jan 31, 2006 21:24

i must admit, im a little drunk. my birthday is coming up, here's to hoping no one dies of alcohol poisoning. (takes another drink) i love to write. granted y'all probably don't know that considering i haven't updated this thing in quite a while, but i have been writing every day. school is alright. i hate math, probably 'cause i suck at it. i ( Read more... )

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fieryfly January 31 2006, 22:13:15 UTC

Hi Kyle! So, I was thinking, point B should be here sometime. :-) :-) I mean, if you're in the mood to come visit. I'll expect your playful nature to come back before then though.
What day is your birthday, exactly? Your Christmas gift can become your birthday-slash-Christmas gift. :-)

ptuckitpatriot January 31 2006, 22:39:05 UTC

birthday=feb.7 party= that weekend i think.

hondaklr_7 February 1 2006, 18:18:41 UTC

10th

illuminotion February 1 2006, 00:15:29 UTC

Oh, birthday-birthday.

Math is horrible in so many ways.

I would try to be deeper, but I got woken up by an incessant car alarm around 5:50AM, but luckily I didn't wake up when it first started-- at 1:30AM. Sweet. I'm brain dead, yay.

Oh, loves, friend.

~ardith

a=you, b=me, a+b=oh, thank god you finally came to visit. _whygeorgiawhy_ February 1 2006, 18:19:13 UTC

i love you. i am a huge factor in how you became this person. i shape you like you shape me. you are kyle. you are my bean bag friend who began as the cutest nerd i knew, who grew into himself, (or so they thought) became a most beautiful man whore, then reformed, has a love/hate relationship with himself and me. one of the most honest people i know. you're right. i have gained weight. well shit. you have an amazing heart and a capability to exceed limits of patience that are unfathomable to me. you love me even if you do not understand me, though i suspect you know me better than i know myself. you are deep in soul and lacking in conviction, you question far too much and non too little. you ache because you are devoid something crucial. the big love. you live, breathe, eat and drink in search of it. a hopeless romantic. a deeply complex individual haunted by issues far to intense to touch on response message to a inebriated post. you crave the simple things in life such as your rocking chair, a sunset, and contentment. you read to ( ... )