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I picture you, flawless in a field. No trees to cast shadows among you, no thick brush to hide your beauty. Just you, back turned to the world, striding along with your hands at your sides. The fog creates your angelic wings, allowing you to glide gracefully across the open meadow. The moist air slips through your fingers, like the sand of an hourglass. The rise of the sun glistens the dewed grass, and the morning smog lifts to reveal rosy, wet cheeks and slightly crinkled eyes from your smile that warms up the world on this very morning. An image of complete perfection.
--- Today, I've come to realize the immaturity of some individuals. Regardless of wether you have been in a relationship with someone, had a hard time with your boyfriend/girlfriends' friend(s) or just flatout did not click...it still does not give someone the right to degrade another person, especially on account of their own, and not nessicarily true judgement, or the mere fact that they are green with envy. It's ridiculous, at age 18, you do not call a young woman a raging lesbian, just because it didn't quite work out between you and the best friend of the 'lesbian.' Go big, or go home. Point is, get a hold of yourself, and stop trying to make up ass-ranger excuses to pin-point problems about my best friend, just so you can (dream on) hopefully win me back, or at least win the battle between best friends and ex boyfriends.Now, I could be a total hypocrite, and tell you this...if I wanted to really be immature, and stoops to your level of undergorund dirt, I could say
'You homophobic, possesive asshole...the only thing that runs through your head is a hot, naked blonde with a mini-skirt with a steaming hot vagina just for you to cool off with your lack of pleasure skills. Your idea of a good time is pretending your an Indy 500 racer on the streets, as you rev your lawnmower-engine, period-red car --- your big ego these days. But too bad that that's the ONLY thing big going on in your life, believe me. Solve problems a different way, rather then calling my girlfriend fat, or spitting on a beefy kid and walking away really, really fast because you know he can waste your pinner ass."
But you see, I am never going to do that.
I am rather excited, my mom has told me about this fundraiser that Breze is getting involved in. It's involves raising money for the SPCA, and she very graciously invited me to go along and help out.
I've always wanted to be an active member in supporting a foundation as wonderful and the SPCA. Plus, it will be so rewarding if I am able to give a lovely animal, such as the lazy hammock-go-doer above there, a combfortable home.
I'm done.