( And some days, it don't )

( ”Just )

There's something about seeing oil and blood together that alternately makes me wince from memories of the military and miss my father. That and the smell of gasoline and dirt is just adding to the memory slush.

Talk about some conflicted emotions, hah!

Sometimes, it's enough that someone knows all of your faults, and still accepts you despite them. And perhaps, it's like the old quote says. "Once your reputation is ruined, you can live quite freely ( Read more... )

( Rain rain go away, come again...oh hell with it, stay if you want to... )

( dreams of friends past and present )

( Well, This is just wierd... )

( In a Manner of Speaking... )

( SADD...what? Shiny! )

( No, I'm not wearing short shorts! )