Sitting on the couch in the apartment. Although this place is certainly feeling like home, home is truly where ever he is. There is no situation in which with him i would feel unsafe, lost, or troubled. he is my shelter. I'm happy to have him, and happy that he will have me.

I know what love is. It goes by the name of Robb.

Why do my dreams have to be so realistic lately? And why do they have to be so amazing? And why do I have to wake up?

Bikes and sewing machines.
I want them all.

Cruisers, choppers, low riders, customs.

Retro, antique, hand crank, foot pedal.

I need them.

I feel like I neglect my own lj sometimes. I use the sight mainly for communities now. My old journal had a lot more entries in it, but that was back when EVERYONE had an lj. There are more efficient ways of keeping people up to date now. Heck, I'm even partial to using Gasp- the phone.

It is really fun to make new friends. It is an experience like no other, to find someone new, who you have things in common with, and can talk to, and have fun with. I dont think there is anything better than meeting someone, and just feeling a sort of instant connection, of "oh yea, we'll get along just dandy." the more you learn about them the ( Read more... )

Dear Diary,
Today I was pompous and my sister was crazy.