Feelin' a little complacent
Roses are red
Violets are purple
I'll tell you where
You can stick that gerbil
I remember once, when I was a child (and by the way this has nothing to do with the aformentioned poem), my cousin, who was thought he was so much smarter than me, gave me a crayon and told me it taste like blueberries. The crayon said on the side "blueberry blue." Up until that day he thought he was smarter than me. But you know what I did to turn the tables? I ate that whole blueberry flavored crayon and didn't share any with him. He still says he's smarter than me, and the crayon didn't really taste like blueberries, but we both know who really is the smarter one. I am.
So, I may or may not be going to Stetsons tonight cause Andrew is up and he's not such a fan. aaaaand if he doesn't go, Laura probably won't go. and if Laura doesn't go then I'm not going.
In case anyone doesn't know, Stetsons is a place where everybody knows your name. and they're always glad you came. It's a place where you can see all our troubles are the same. Just a place where everybody knows your name.
I think probably my greatest regret so far in life is not being one of those Welche's grape juice kids.
I sat down this morning ready to write in my journal and I probably just sat there and sat there for 10 minutes not knowing what to write. But then it just started flowin'. I think that's when it's best to write in your journal. When everything is just flowin'. You can really tell when someone wrote a journal entry when everything was just flowin'. Probably the best example of a real flowin' entry would be from one of my good friend Chis. tothewilderness. I think from now on, every sunday I will award my "flowin' entry of the week" and whoever of my friends has the most flowin' entry, they will win. You don't win anything you selfish bastard, but you do get to gloat for a week. Remember, this is the most coveted award in all of live journal.
In the words of Laura,
"Ok. I wrote too much. Bye."
Violets are purple
I'll tell you where
You can stick that gerbil
I remember once, when I was a child (and by the way this has nothing to do with the aformentioned poem), my cousin, who was thought he was so much smarter than me, gave me a crayon and told me it taste like blueberries. The crayon said on the side "blueberry blue." Up until that day he thought he was smarter than me. But you know what I did to turn the tables? I ate that whole blueberry flavored crayon and didn't share any with him. He still says he's smarter than me, and the crayon didn't really taste like blueberries, but we both know who really is the smarter one. I am.
So, I may or may not be going to Stetsons tonight cause Andrew is up and he's not such a fan. aaaaand if he doesn't go, Laura probably won't go. and if Laura doesn't go then I'm not going.
In case anyone doesn't know, Stetsons is a place where everybody knows your name. and they're always glad you came. It's a place where you can see all our troubles are the same. Just a place where everybody knows your name.
I think probably my greatest regret so far in life is not being one of those Welche's grape juice kids.
I sat down this morning ready to write in my journal and I probably just sat there and sat there for 10 minutes not knowing what to write. But then it just started flowin'. I think that's when it's best to write in your journal. When everything is just flowin'. You can really tell when someone wrote a journal entry when everything was just flowin'. Probably the best example of a real flowin' entry would be from one of my good friend Chis. tothewilderness. I think from now on, every sunday I will award my "flowin' entry of the week" and whoever of my friends has the most flowin' entry, they will win. You don't win anything you selfish bastard, but you do get to gloat for a week. Remember, this is the most coveted award in all of live journal.
In the words of Laura,
"Ok. I wrote too much. Bye."