+ i'm never broken +
I guess I should pull myself together and update, since everyone keeps asking me why I've stopped.
Well, as you all know, today is Turkey Day. One day out of the year people use some crazy and random excuse- "It's a day to realize what we have and be thankful for it!" Okay, so what about the other 364 days? Why is there a holiday in the year where it's only ONE day we think about how thankful we should be?
Crach8: its just stupid to "give thanks" one day a year
Crach8: i mean- we have shit to be thankful for everyday
And why in the HELL can't we still make little turkies with our hands? Mr. Little is so cute, he let us in 5th period.. but what's wrong with every period? Just because we grew out of grade school doesn't mean we've grown out of childhood. =)
Most of you all don't know me. What I'm about. What my opinions are. How I see each of you. What I think about from day to day. Last night Amy, Liz, Molli, and me sat in a little booth in Taco Villa so Liz could get her curly fries. And we talked and talked and talked. Well, I did mostly. But we sat there for.. an hour, an hour and a half. And TALKED. And God, by the end of the night- I had almost lost my voice.
I apologized to Molli's mother- knowing it wouldn't really help anything.
I tried to make decent conversation with random enemies that we saw over the night.
I thought hard and serious about a job after the holidays.
my hands are small I know, but they're not yours.. they are my own
Who would have thought? I have hands! And by now, they should be getting wrinkly and worn out.. but they're not.. they're soft and smooth. I never thought soft hands would be ugly to me.. but they are. I have to start working for everything I have.
I say this over and over and over again throughout random times in the year- I don't know how serious I am this time.. but last night, I was more serious than I've been about anything in a long time. And I can sincerely and honestly say that.
when i close my eyes, you're all i see..
Maybe Joey and I are blind and young, naive and just diving right in- but I love it. So we've been thinking about promise rings. Some chick at his work said what 'everyone else says'- "Promise to be married." No, sweetie, it's not an engagement ring. Far from it. It irritates me how everyone hears "Promise ring" and automatically thinks that. Just a ring that kind of symbolizes + everything + and then some.
Being faithful. Sincere. Honest. Loving. and above all- Understanding.
It can be anything we want it to be. He wants it to be being faithful in a relationship, I want it to be everything. And that's simply how I think it should be.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone- I want it to be everything you hoped it to be and more.
Well, as you all know, today is Turkey Day. One day out of the year people use some crazy and random excuse- "It's a day to realize what we have and be thankful for it!" Okay, so what about the other 364 days? Why is there a holiday in the year where it's only ONE day we think about how thankful we should be?
Crach8: its just stupid to "give thanks" one day a year
Crach8: i mean- we have shit to be thankful for everyday
And why in the HELL can't we still make little turkies with our hands? Mr. Little is so cute, he let us in 5th period.. but what's wrong with every period? Just because we grew out of grade school doesn't mean we've grown out of childhood. =)
Most of you all don't know me. What I'm about. What my opinions are. How I see each of you. What I think about from day to day. Last night Amy, Liz, Molli, and me sat in a little booth in Taco Villa so Liz could get her curly fries. And we talked and talked and talked. Well, I did mostly. But we sat there for.. an hour, an hour and a half. And TALKED. And God, by the end of the night- I had almost lost my voice.
I apologized to Molli's mother- knowing it wouldn't really help anything.
I tried to make decent conversation with random enemies that we saw over the night.
I thought hard and serious about a job after the holidays.
my hands are small I know, but they're not yours.. they are my own
Who would have thought? I have hands! And by now, they should be getting wrinkly and worn out.. but they're not.. they're soft and smooth. I never thought soft hands would be ugly to me.. but they are. I have to start working for everything I have.
I say this over and over and over again throughout random times in the year- I don't know how serious I am this time.. but last night, I was more serious than I've been about anything in a long time. And I can sincerely and honestly say that.
when i close my eyes, you're all i see..
Maybe Joey and I are blind and young, naive and just diving right in- but I love it. So we've been thinking about promise rings. Some chick at his work said what 'everyone else says'- "Promise to be married." No, sweetie, it's not an engagement ring. Far from it. It irritates me how everyone hears "Promise ring" and automatically thinks that. Just a ring that kind of symbolizes + everything + and then some.
Being faithful. Sincere. Honest. Loving. and above all- Understanding.
It can be anything we want it to be. He wants it to be being faithful in a relationship, I want it to be everything. And that's simply how I think it should be.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone- I want it to be everything you hoped it to be and more.