Fresh Starts and New Beginnings.
So, in case you're curious as to where my new username came from, it's from
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck
Her folks should of seen it coming, it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love.
She stuck a note on the screen door "Sorry but I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her mama's heart was broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes
Now her daddy's in the kitchen staring out the window,
Scratching and racking his brains
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morn,
Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well he must have been a looker, a smooth talking son of a gun
For such a grounded girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop love
Now all the biddies in the beauty shop, gossip going non stop
Sipping on pink lemonade
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
She's got her pretty little bare feet hanging out the window
And they're heading up to Vegas tonight
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love
, which seemed pretty appropriate.
Basically, I think I've grown a lot and changed a lot and I've left a lot of my past behind (not to say I've forgotten about it, but I've moved beyond it), and I feel that it should stay there. I've moved on from a lot of things, I've made a lot of new friends, and my life is going exactly where I want it to. I'm doing well in school and I really can't complain about anything right now. My friends and family are well, for the most part, and I'm finally comfortable with who I am, and I'm not taking shit from anybody. So, on that note, what is written in this journal is for me and me alone, but I would love for my friends to be able to know what's going on in my life. Thus, on that note:
Friends Only
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pickup truck
Her folks should of seen it coming, it was only just a matter of time
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love.
She stuck a note on the screen door "Sorry but I got to go"
That was all she wrote, her mama's heart was broke
That was all she wrote, so the story goes
Now her daddy's in the kitchen staring out the window,
Scratching and racking his brains
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
Now don't you wonder what the preacher's gonna preach about Sunday morn,
Nothing quite like this has happened here before
Well he must have been a looker, a smooth talking son of a gun
For such a grounded girl to just up and run
Course you can't fence time, and you can't stop love
Now all the biddies in the beauty shop, gossip going non stop
Sipping on pink lemonade
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
She's got her pretty little bare feet hanging out the window
And they're heading up to Vegas tonight
How could 18 years just up and walk away?
Our little pony-tailed girl grown up to be a woman
Now she's gone in the blink of an eye
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
She left the suds in the bucket and the clothes hanging out on the line
She was in the backyard, say it was a little past nine
When her prince pulled up, a white pick up truck
Plenty old enough, and you can't stop love
No you can't fence time, and you can't stop love
, which seemed pretty appropriate.
Basically, I think I've grown a lot and changed a lot and I've left a lot of my past behind (not to say I've forgotten about it, but I've moved beyond it), and I feel that it should stay there. I've moved on from a lot of things, I've made a lot of new friends, and my life is going exactly where I want it to. I'm doing well in school and I really can't complain about anything right now. My friends and family are well, for the most part, and I'm finally comfortable with who I am, and I'm not taking shit from anybody. So, on that note, what is written in this journal is for me and me alone, but I would love for my friends to be able to know what's going on in my life. Thus, on that note:
Friends Only