no te sientes bien
poor mike. mike is sick. mike better have just a 24 hour thing. or even a 30 hour thing. but he needs to get better because:
1. he seems so pitiful when sick.
2. i just want to hug him a lot.
3. i feel bad.
4. being sick sucks.
so mike...ot...get better soon.
speaking of being sick. poor etto. etto. don't itch. don't take too much benadryl, and just think scrunchy face thoughts. hehe. i know i am. not pertaining to the same person, but that's ok, that way we each have our own. :-) times 935052
another thing. i've decided that it's better just to get along with as many people as you can. i just read the book the five people you meet in heaven. first of all, didn't like it as much as tuesdays with morrie, at all. but that book was amazing. no doubt about it. second of all, mitch albom, i think you're done writing stuff like that. no offense, but idk, it just didn't click. however, the one thing that did is the fact that all our lives impact every person we meet. no matter what it is. you cut someone off in a store parking lot...who knows-maybe they're having a sucky day, slightly on the edge, decide that all this shit in life isn't worth it...ya know? not saying i think like that, bc i don't. but you just never know. but hey-tsunamis happen. for real and for not real. if you know what i mean. tsunamis touch lives i've never heard of. over 150,000 dead. that's insane. I cannot even begin to fathom the amount of grief that accompanies 150,000 deaths.
or one. mrs. fitzgerald, a mom at my church, three kids, youngest-6th grade, died on tuesday of cancer. how is life fair? it's not. the tsunami wasn't fair. world trade center wasn't fair. the war isn't fair. hungry kids isn't fair. orphans isn't fair. life isn't fair. but if you can pass on a little bit of happy stuff to other people, maybe it'll at least be a little happier...the burdens will be more equally distributed.
i love you all...thanks for being my friends. for being there. for sticking out the tsunamis.
dreaming of a better tmw. for everyone.
if only love were flammable, i'd set this world afire.
1. he seems so pitiful when sick.
2. i just want to hug him a lot.
3. i feel bad.
4. being sick sucks.
so mike...ot...get better soon.
speaking of being sick. poor etto. etto. don't itch. don't take too much benadryl, and just think scrunchy face thoughts. hehe. i know i am. not pertaining to the same person, but that's ok, that way we each have our own. :-) times 935052
another thing. i've decided that it's better just to get along with as many people as you can. i just read the book the five people you meet in heaven. first of all, didn't like it as much as tuesdays with morrie, at all. but that book was amazing. no doubt about it. second of all, mitch albom, i think you're done writing stuff like that. no offense, but idk, it just didn't click. however, the one thing that did is the fact that all our lives impact every person we meet. no matter what it is. you cut someone off in a store parking lot...who knows-maybe they're having a sucky day, slightly on the edge, decide that all this shit in life isn't worth it...ya know? not saying i think like that, bc i don't. but you just never know. but hey-tsunamis happen. for real and for not real. if you know what i mean. tsunamis touch lives i've never heard of. over 150,000 dead. that's insane. I cannot even begin to fathom the amount of grief that accompanies 150,000 deaths.
or one. mrs. fitzgerald, a mom at my church, three kids, youngest-6th grade, died on tuesday of cancer. how is life fair? it's not. the tsunami wasn't fair. world trade center wasn't fair. the war isn't fair. hungry kids isn't fair. orphans isn't fair. life isn't fair. but if you can pass on a little bit of happy stuff to other people, maybe it'll at least be a little happier...the burdens will be more equally distributed.
i love you all...thanks for being my friends. for being there. for sticking out the tsunamis.
dreaming of a better tmw. for everyone.
if only love were flammable, i'd set this world afire.