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another wonderful day...had a blast hanging out with Liz. and oh, we watched "Without a Paddle"...needless to say, i enjoyed it quite thoroughly. "oh, and guys...this never leaves the cave." LMFAO!!! just like guys to go get stuck out in the middle of the universe in only their underwear; at least they had the underwear
so i got to meet Joan at Liz's work with her bipolar swings...yeah, that was interesting. but the puppies were sweet, and i did a drawing of Backdraft, and i worked on my saddlepad until my thumbs got sore from the needle.
and then we drove around Jupiter Island and got to see all the gorgeous houses, and saw Fox's "castle" that he used to own. and then we declared war on the people who like to play loud music by rolling down the windows and playing loud music ourselves. ooh...and we drove past these people walking down the road in her community, and Liz dared me to scream out the window...so i did, and it was the funniest thing ever. and we scared the chinese lady at the chinese food place. unintentionally. and i wrote my name on my plate with duck sauce.
and so the Brette saga continues...to be honest, i can never hate her. i pity her, and i hate what she has done. but i feel sorry that one day she will probably realize what she's thrown away, and she will perhaps wish for it all back. but it'll be gone, all gone. her world is entangled with lies and fallacies, and the thing about lies is that they create more lies, and pretty soon you get yourself in more trouble than you can get yourself out of.
that's what friends are for. the test of a true friend comes at times when you yourself are stuck in the pit without any means of getting out of it. i honestly hope that you, Brette, find friends who will not lead you down roads of destruction. maybe it'll take a long time, maybe it'll never happen...but loyalty is a beautiful thing when you find it, and it is something so priceless that all the money in the world could not buy it.
beautiful things can be found in the most surprising places. and there's always the rotton apple in the basket of perfect ones. it's never the outside that counts in the end, it's the music that's thrumming inside, the fearless rhythm of life, the joy and the pain all drowning in celestial eternity. it's WHO you are...and in the end there are things such as Forgiveness. but you can never undo what is past; there will always be scars.
and yet, scars remind us what is real. scars are our badge of honor, if we learn to wear them so. they show us where we've been, and where we'll never return. they are our story, our dramatic lines, our soliloquy. they burn the memories into our flesh so we don't forget, so we don't repeat.
...let there be light.
~Kelda
so i got to meet Joan at Liz's work with her bipolar swings...yeah, that was interesting. but the puppies were sweet, and i did a drawing of Backdraft, and i worked on my saddlepad until my thumbs got sore from the needle.
and then we drove around Jupiter Island and got to see all the gorgeous houses, and saw Fox's "castle" that he used to own. and then we declared war on the people who like to play loud music by rolling down the windows and playing loud music ourselves. ooh...and we drove past these people walking down the road in her community, and Liz dared me to scream out the window...so i did, and it was the funniest thing ever. and we scared the chinese lady at the chinese food place. unintentionally. and i wrote my name on my plate with duck sauce.
and so the Brette saga continues...to be honest, i can never hate her. i pity her, and i hate what she has done. but i feel sorry that one day she will probably realize what she's thrown away, and she will perhaps wish for it all back. but it'll be gone, all gone. her world is entangled with lies and fallacies, and the thing about lies is that they create more lies, and pretty soon you get yourself in more trouble than you can get yourself out of.
that's what friends are for. the test of a true friend comes at times when you yourself are stuck in the pit without any means of getting out of it. i honestly hope that you, Brette, find friends who will not lead you down roads of destruction. maybe it'll take a long time, maybe it'll never happen...but loyalty is a beautiful thing when you find it, and it is something so priceless that all the money in the world could not buy it.
beautiful things can be found in the most surprising places. and there's always the rotton apple in the basket of perfect ones. it's never the outside that counts in the end, it's the music that's thrumming inside, the fearless rhythm of life, the joy and the pain all drowning in celestial eternity. it's WHO you are...and in the end there are things such as Forgiveness. but you can never undo what is past; there will always be scars.
and yet, scars remind us what is real. scars are our badge of honor, if we learn to wear them so. they show us where we've been, and where we'll never return. they are our story, our dramatic lines, our soliloquy. they burn the memories into our flesh so we don't forget, so we don't repeat.
...let there be light.
~Kelda