BONFIRE...
SO LAST NIGHT WAS PRETTY FUN AT HEATHERS HOUSE...
WE HAD A LITTLE BON FIRE GOING
THERE WERE SOME VERY SPECIAL KODAK MOMENTS! THAT WAS SO CUTE CARL...
JOE AND I ALSO SHARED A TOUCHING HUG, FOR ALL OF THE YELLING
LATER JENNY, LAURA, AND HER TWO FRIENDS CAME SO THAT COMPLETED OUR LITTLE HALF CIRCLE THING WE HAD GOING ON!
JOE HAD THIS REALLY COOL SPOTLIGHT THING I WAS PLAYING WITH...
I WAS LIGHTING ALISONS WAY! LOL!
ALISON YOU ARE SO FUNNY WHEN YOUR TIPSY!
SO ALSION AND JENNY BOTH GOT A REALLY CUTE PEIRCING ON THEIR UPPER EAR, AND I THINK I WANT ONE! I ALWAYS WANTED TO GET IT DONE!
BRITTANY WHERE ARE YOU? LMAO!!
LANCE SERIOUSLY WHERE ARE YOU? WE CALLED YOU LAST NIGHT, BUT KNOW ANSWER?
GOOD SONG:
The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most..
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and covered with a perfect shell,
such a charming beautiful exterior.
This is one time
that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
the refuge that you've built to flee
the places you have come to fear the most.
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and hidden in the public eye.
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
and perfect makeup but you're barely scraping by.
WE HAD A LITTLE BON FIRE GOING
THERE WERE SOME VERY SPECIAL KODAK MOMENTS! THAT WAS SO CUTE CARL...
JOE AND I ALSO SHARED A TOUCHING HUG, FOR ALL OF THE YELLING
LATER JENNY, LAURA, AND HER TWO FRIENDS CAME SO THAT COMPLETED OUR LITTLE HALF CIRCLE THING WE HAD GOING ON!
JOE HAD THIS REALLY COOL SPOTLIGHT THING I WAS PLAYING WITH...
I WAS LIGHTING ALISONS WAY! LOL!
ALISON YOU ARE SO FUNNY WHEN YOUR TIPSY!
SO ALSION AND JENNY BOTH GOT A REALLY CUTE PEIRCING ON THEIR UPPER EAR, AND I THINK I WANT ONE! I ALWAYS WANTED TO GET IT DONE!
BRITTANY WHERE ARE YOU? LMAO!!
LANCE SERIOUSLY WHERE ARE YOU? WE CALLED YOU LAST NIGHT, BUT KNOW ANSWER?
GOOD SONG:
The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most..
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and covered with a perfect shell,
such a charming beautiful exterior.
This is one time
that you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone or anyone at all.
And the grave that you refuse to leave
the refuge that you've built to flee
the places you have come to fear the most.
Buried deep as you can dig inside yourself,
and hidden in the public eye.
Such a stellar monument to loneliness.
Laced with brilliant smiles and shining eyes
and perfect makeup but you're barely scraping by.