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Jul 14, 2006 00:30

Sometimes I hear traces of stories of lives I'm no longer a part of, and I have to stop and assuage the sudden ache in my chest. I don't mean about particular people; just the lives they lead. remember when takes me over, just occasionally. like tonight. remember constant adoration from that group of people, remember playing music in the city, ( Read more... )

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beckhamtq17 July 16 2006, 08:00:45 UTC
Well I have a grand idea... why don't you remember me?!?! I called you tonight... at a party....with your friend rebecca....no that's not ehr name...rachel....that's it...well that number I called you from....774 something...I can't give it on the internet because my boyfriend and my best friends boyfriend will kill me...for real....literally....but anyways, call me back on the number! I MEEEEIIISSSS YOU!!!

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beckhamtq17 August 3 2006, 05:16:56 UTC
I wish you would call me, or write me, or email me, or reply to a comment, or give me some reason to think that you're still one of my friends. My new # is 774-4140.

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sweet_afton August 5 2006, 23:39:23 UTC
I've been out of town.. and I didn't call that number because I wasn't sure whose it was. Meanwhile, you should not drunk dial, it isn't conducive to good conversations.

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beckhamtq17 August 7 2006, 18:14:57 UTC
I wasn't drunk dialing, your name came up in a conversation and I hadn't talked to you in a while. Although I guess drinking and calling up friends you haven't talked to in a long time isn't conducive to good conversations...I wish I was as old and wise as you!!! Haha, why don't you chill and try to have a little fun, life's too short to be worried about what is conducive to a good conversation. I guess I forgot how different we are. Nevermind, don't worry about calling me. You probably wouldn't anyways. TAKE CARE!

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