Leslie Kathryn Nance
i'm writing this entry to you because i hope one day you'll return to livejournal to read through how ridiculous you were as a teenager and you'll plan on finding nothing, but you'll find this little note and it will be so romantic and stuff, and you know, make your day or something.
we really used this thing to complain. or maybe that was just me. complain about how we hated our friends and life was really boring and classes were kicking us in the rear. but let's not think about those times. those times when you literally fell on your rear on the way home from rex street, or the drunken crying cuddles, or being pushed out of doorways. what???
let's think about that night we drank ourselves silly and danced until 'be here now' closed then trecked our way, with every single person we loved in that horrid town of muncie, to an apartment complex where we hopped the gate and swam for hours.
or all of the times you'd catch me playing recorder in my bed to practice for an upcoming test. hey, those things were important! and what kind of band would we have had without my skills?
no, no, even better; any single party at trex. mad dog, shirtless dudes, awkward dancing, bubble machines.
or how happy we were to live on reheated spaghetti, pizza, and cereal.
you are the sweetest little bit of hunny and whenever i'm feeling down or completely hating that mess of a town we spent our lives in together, i think about taco bell picnics in the park, drinking 40's in the backyard, walking through the snow in flats for drinks and dancing, 4 square, karaoke, spooning naked in bed, oh my god and that tire swing that wouldn't budge probably because of our asses but let's blame it on the knot.
love you, always. wish i could spend every day or my life with you, but until then
we really used this thing to complain. or maybe that was just me. complain about how we hated our friends and life was really boring and classes were kicking us in the rear. but let's not think about those times. those times when you literally fell on your rear on the way home from rex street, or the drunken crying cuddles, or being pushed out of doorways. what???
let's think about that night we drank ourselves silly and danced until 'be here now' closed then trecked our way, with every single person we loved in that horrid town of muncie, to an apartment complex where we hopped the gate and swam for hours.
or all of the times you'd catch me playing recorder in my bed to practice for an upcoming test. hey, those things were important! and what kind of band would we have had without my skills?
no, no, even better; any single party at trex. mad dog, shirtless dudes, awkward dancing, bubble machines.
or how happy we were to live on reheated spaghetti, pizza, and cereal.
you are the sweetest little bit of hunny and whenever i'm feeling down or completely hating that mess of a town we spent our lives in together, i think about taco bell picnics in the park, drinking 40's in the backyard, walking through the snow in flats for drinks and dancing, 4 square, karaoke, spooning naked in bed, oh my god and that tire swing that wouldn't budge probably because of our asses but let's blame it on the knot.
love you, always. wish i could spend every day or my life with you, but until then
