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My father just came and got me from my bedroom to look at a baby bird running around in front of our house. we went in the garage, it was in the drive way when it started walking towards us. we all hung out in the garage for a while taking pictures and the like, then my dad chased it around the side of the house trying to get a close up. funny.
so ashley has pictures of her and the guy she's been kissing up on her face book. and I just looked real quick because I look at everything everywhere, lets be honest. one of them stuck in my head though and bothered me later, it was a medium close up of him and it looked like a picture she'd look at and adore. and that bothers me still to think of her adoring other men. though she always has. oh well, life moves on and so must I. That's all life is really, a bunch of levels of trust set between you and other people. The levels vary according to the relationship. You don't trust your boss to make you dinner when you get home from work. but you trust him or her not to fire you when you show up the next day. As you trust the mail man to not leave a bill in his truck. or a taxi to get your drunk mumbling ass where you need to go. or anyone to get your drunk mumbling ass where you need to go. and in this case, a woman with my heart. I trusted a woman I knew for a only several months, with my most prized possession. sometimes it works out, most the time it doesn't, but life doesn't stop just because some girl fucks you over, so you can't stop either. and that's just the way it is. the sad truth. Sometimes it's less sad, and that's awesome. I'm all for hanging out until the time comes.
Brent
so ashley has pictures of her and the guy she's been kissing up on her face book. and I just looked real quick because I look at everything everywhere, lets be honest. one of them stuck in my head though and bothered me later, it was a medium close up of him and it looked like a picture she'd look at and adore. and that bothers me still to think of her adoring other men. though she always has. oh well, life moves on and so must I. That's all life is really, a bunch of levels of trust set between you and other people. The levels vary according to the relationship. You don't trust your boss to make you dinner when you get home from work. but you trust him or her not to fire you when you show up the next day. As you trust the mail man to not leave a bill in his truck. or a taxi to get your drunk mumbling ass where you need to go. or anyone to get your drunk mumbling ass where you need to go. and in this case, a woman with my heart. I trusted a woman I knew for a only several months, with my most prized possession. sometimes it works out, most the time it doesn't, but life doesn't stop just because some girl fucks you over, so you can't stop either. and that's just the way it is. the sad truth. Sometimes it's less sad, and that's awesome. I'm all for hanging out until the time comes.
Brent