Yay for love, but kill the stalkers!
My girls all have good guys...it's about fucking time...Jessica, Ashley...Ericka, you turned into a little pimp! wtf? apparently Marie's happy with her man at the moment...very glad for her...
Where did the good days go? And only my oldest and dearest know EXACTLY when i mean...
The days of Ashleys, mostly the lower part refered to as the basement...
The summers of mi casa, and the crazy stories that resulted...
Hiding in the woods from the cops, all drunk and trying to convince each other that no, we didn't reek of alcohol...
That one night, that only really Ashley was present for...in the woods out back of your house...and they say faeries don't exist?
Cops...
Out back of Brandon's house, mixing napalm, or more often, lemonade and vodka...
Roaming the streets with Lisa, the lost hippie...
Getting cigarettes was still cool, because it was harder. By the time we got legal, we were addicted...
The Pop Shop...
Out back of The Pop Shop...
Running from out the back of The Pop Shop...
More cops...
Back when we thought we knew what love was...and christ, did that get us into PILES of shit?
The close-knit groups of friends who would always be there to pull you out of the piles of shit you had made for yourself...
And then tease each other relentlessly for years...
...Corey, i love you too, man, but it's not quite the same...but remember when Doreen thought we should date?...
Ashley, Jessica, where would i be without you?
All of my love...and here's to whoever spiked that punch with BEER!!!
~Nessa~
Where did the good days go? And only my oldest and dearest know EXACTLY when i mean...
The days of Ashleys, mostly the lower part refered to as the basement...
The summers of mi casa, and the crazy stories that resulted...
Hiding in the woods from the cops, all drunk and trying to convince each other that no, we didn't reek of alcohol...
That one night, that only really Ashley was present for...in the woods out back of your house...and they say faeries don't exist?
Cops...
Out back of Brandon's house, mixing napalm, or more often, lemonade and vodka...
Roaming the streets with Lisa, the lost hippie...
Getting cigarettes was still cool, because it was harder. By the time we got legal, we were addicted...
The Pop Shop...
Out back of The Pop Shop...
Running from out the back of The Pop Shop...
More cops...
Back when we thought we knew what love was...and christ, did that get us into PILES of shit?
The close-knit groups of friends who would always be there to pull you out of the piles of shit you had made for yourself...
And then tease each other relentlessly for years...
...Corey, i love you too, man, but it's not quite the same...but remember when Doreen thought we should date?...
Ashley, Jessica, where would i be without you?
All of my love...and here's to whoever spiked that punch with BEER!!!
~Nessa~