my julianne. my love.
Pick ANY 10 LJ users. Without revealing their names, say something about (or to) each one of them.
narrowed down to people i actully know, and ill put the first letter of the name.
1. i love you more than words can say. You mean everything to me. i think about you all the time, and morgan misses you too. you are fucking gorgeous and i cant wait to see you again. (J)
2. HOLLA...its been a while, but we still smoke that weed. (L)
3. I cant wait till you come to boston, bring pictures of morgans boyfriend. (J)
4. you are so goddamn cute. and you cuddle the best. (J)
5. hair like james dean...and the best tattoos ever. (J)
6. remember the smell of the drawer in nutrition class that smelled like pre school? (M)
7. hotxboyfriendxkrew represent girl...ghetto fab. (A)
8. sometimes i want to kick you. other times i want to hug you. (J)
9. driving to hell, with johnny x and the groadies. i miss you (R)
10. you are in PC, and we never talk anymore, but i send you love telepathically. (T)
ok, so like almost all my friends names begin with J's.
thats fucking lame.
have fun figureing it out all you J people.
spike called me again yesterday, i really miss the fuck out of him.
morgan is the silliest ever.
going to hang out with this girl rose that volunteers at my work...shes awesome!!
everyone on my buddy list has an away message.
seems an entire lightyear had passed since i last wrote...only a few hours ago though...your still wandering around the house as if nothin is wrong...and we'll all just go about our business peacefully...but i can hear you in the other room playin your sad song, over and over...in different chords trying to whisper out the meloncholly lyrics as they just flow out, hoping no one will hear them, or decifer them...but i do...and it makes me cry...maybe ill try to drink it away tonite, and vomit all my sadness into the toliet...then maybe this nasty pit will go away...ill just sit here for now and fall into my crushing rhapsody...
*i always did the laundry...folded all the clothes and put them away..always wondered why he never helped, he said, he couldnt fold clothes as neatly as i do it, or as fast...and you know, the day he left me he packed all those clothes he had into a box, so neatly and perfect, as if he had gone to college for folding clothes...and i sure as hell knew i had been played a fool*
i use to be so sad.
ill survive one day.
narrowed down to people i actully know, and ill put the first letter of the name.
1. i love you more than words can say. You mean everything to me. i think about you all the time, and morgan misses you too. you are fucking gorgeous and i cant wait to see you again. (J)
2. HOLLA...its been a while, but we still smoke that weed. (L)
3. I cant wait till you come to boston, bring pictures of morgans boyfriend. (J)
4. you are so goddamn cute. and you cuddle the best. (J)
5. hair like james dean...and the best tattoos ever. (J)
6. remember the smell of the drawer in nutrition class that smelled like pre school? (M)
7. hotxboyfriendxkrew represent girl...ghetto fab. (A)
8. sometimes i want to kick you. other times i want to hug you. (J)
9. driving to hell, with johnny x and the groadies. i miss you (R)
10. you are in PC, and we never talk anymore, but i send you love telepathically. (T)
ok, so like almost all my friends names begin with J's.
thats fucking lame.
have fun figureing it out all you J people.
spike called me again yesterday, i really miss the fuck out of him.
morgan is the silliest ever.
going to hang out with this girl rose that volunteers at my work...shes awesome!!
everyone on my buddy list has an away message.
seems an entire lightyear had passed since i last wrote...only a few hours ago though...your still wandering around the house as if nothin is wrong...and we'll all just go about our business peacefully...but i can hear you in the other room playin your sad song, over and over...in different chords trying to whisper out the meloncholly lyrics as they just flow out, hoping no one will hear them, or decifer them...but i do...and it makes me cry...maybe ill try to drink it away tonite, and vomit all my sadness into the toliet...then maybe this nasty pit will go away...ill just sit here for now and fall into my crushing rhapsody...
*i always did the laundry...folded all the clothes and put them away..always wondered why he never helped, he said, he couldnt fold clothes as neatly as i do it, or as fast...and you know, the day he left me he packed all those clothes he had into a box, so neatly and perfect, as if he had gone to college for folding clothes...and i sure as hell knew i had been played a fool*
i use to be so sad.
ill survive one day.