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not much to tell...
i only have two more days of work.....but im on call for the other three days of the week...ugh! -
too late
up to late and the only thing i can think of is the name of my imaginary poetry book and how i want my funeral to be. ive decided my funeral will be a party....and everyone and anyone is invited. and i want my family and friends to build a pine coffin and then decorate it with whatever people feel inlcined to put on it. art, poetry, curses, ( Read more... ) -
just dont know anymore...
i am headed back to cali at the end of this month!!! its gonna suck moving back in at home but its what i have got to do. im trying to find a job that pays more than 7 and hour so that i can move out quickly, but then there is the fact that i have no room mate....so im sort of stuck. -
south carolina and then some...
back in the good ole' s.c. and its just as hot as san diego, but a whole lot more humid. but im glad to have my bed back and to be getting back to work. keep my mind off of things if i can. -
from my mom...
just babies just babies
yet half grown
so you think
going it your way
in the fast lane
on the high way
then your gone
were you going home
are you home now
and will you be back
any time soon
or will we have to
come to see you
well, we will be there
when we get home
to kiss your sweet face
my babies my babies
To david and george
d. bergschneider, -
sick to my stomach...
david you were my brother, my friend and a true one ten percenter. i love you. and not just because you smoked me out first, or got my drunk first, or just been there since the 5th grade currupting me. i will always love you, till we meet again ( Read more... ) -
the dog had a bath...
and now its raining. good thing i didnt wash the car! -
rodney...
then again i dont know anyone named rodney.
anyways, its way too hot and humid here. its really gross. thats all i have complain about.heh. -
ugh!
just thought of this, with michaels help ( Read more... ) -
silent rolls of thunder...
i awaken to find you gone,
like usual.
i eat alone,
i shower alone,
i pet the dog alone.
i have a new friend.
silly little cricket.
he sings to me when i sleep,
and wiggles goodmorning.
but like most my makebelieve friends,
he scurries back in his hole,
to hide form the light.
always hiding fromt he light,
always hiding.