Jackie
More than a friend. I love this person more than lots of things. Of course not music but at times she gives me the inspriation I need inorder to become one of the elite. We've been together for about year and a half now and things sure are staring to look a little bit greener than wat they were in the summer. She now lives on her own somewhere close to me and loves and adoes all that I do. A little dramatic at times, though puts me in the mood for scandalis times...
Enough said on that.
She has a LJ as well. "wrongfulsky". I don't know why she has to give all her internet allisis such an "emo kid" names but I guess that's just her.
At the moment she's sittting right next to me eating the left over food I brought home two days ago. Is it a bad thing when you clean your ears and purple shit comes out? I don't know either. Maybe it's cause the mad hatter is coming out of my head and into this world!!!!!!!!!! Everybody run for their lives and save yourself from the Mad Hatter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
:::coming back to reality:::
My guitar just hangs on its stand after a long session of playing and practicing and tears of enjoyment overwhelm my eyes. It feels as though it's staring at me, waiting for my next move. Or maybe I shouldn't have put it down. The strap dangels from the star buttons and weep with just as much sarrow as I did in my head a few ago. I'm going to pick it up.
Enough said on that.
She has a LJ as well. "wrongfulsky". I don't know why she has to give all her internet allisis such an "emo kid" names but I guess that's just her.
At the moment she's sittting right next to me eating the left over food I brought home two days ago. Is it a bad thing when you clean your ears and purple shit comes out? I don't know either. Maybe it's cause the mad hatter is coming out of my head and into this world!!!!!!!!!! Everybody run for their lives and save yourself from the Mad Hatter!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...
:::coming back to reality:::
My guitar just hangs on its stand after a long session of playing and practicing and tears of enjoyment overwhelm my eyes. It feels as though it's staring at me, waiting for my next move. Or maybe I shouldn't have put it down. The strap dangels from the star buttons and weep with just as much sarrow as I did in my head a few ago. I'm going to pick it up.