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| 06:37pm 26/07/2003 |
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mood:  exanimate music: "tournique" evanessence
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my email to bert monster:
my life is perfect even though youre so far away just kowing that you love me and think of me is enough to keep me from shattering like im shards of glass.
im always thinking of you and youre smile. of how you comfort me when i cry, and how your hugs seem to chase away my fears. my love for you knows no boudaries and will go stronger with everyday youre here. i may not see you every minute of everyday but ill always keep you in my heart and cloud my mind with my memories of you. every second that weve spent together has been complete and total MAD CRAZY bliss.whether the moment was happy, sad or mad (haha i rhymed) it will always be one of my most treasured moments of life.
i love you
amy spruill |
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| " to mercy, pity, peace and love, all pray in their distress" - songs of innocence |
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| 08:58pm 26/07/2003 |
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mood: mad cow disease feeling music: "make it funky" sprite commercial
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Wow! im going to need gastro bioplasty after what i ate for dinner. we ate my step- grandparents for dinner and that was mistake to begin with. i did it for my dad. they had texas style barbeque (i guess that how you spell it) and i ate some of that and they had slaw and potato salad, and then they had cake and ice cream. it was ok but i kept eating alittle of each so i could make my dad happy and not make my step-grandparents feel bad. i think im going to be sick. food poisoning or mad cow disease or lime disease, arsonic, or all of the above. oh god im going to die. boy im such an overdramatic drama queen. i have a cramp in my hip i twisted it walking through the house earlier and it feels weird. but the best thing ive done today was wrote my poem for my fur dawg. The stars are Glycering in the moonlight As he slowly bends down I can see it in his eyes Tonight is the night that starts our future
My heart begins to melt As if it were a candle
A tear trickles down his cheek Stuttering as he pops the question
These tears i shed are not sugarcoated Nor stale Not fake It's time we have our happily ever after But far fromt he end My answer is "yes"
good right?
lates.
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| " to mercy, pity, peace and love, all pray in their distress" - songs of innocence |
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mood: mad cow disease feeling music: "make it funky" sprite commercial
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Wow! im going to need gastro bioplasty after what i ate for dinner. we ate my step- grandparents for dinner and that was mistake to begin with. i did it for my dad. they had texas style barbeque (i guess that how you spell it) and i ate some of that and they had slaw and potato salad, and then they had cake and ice cream. it was ok but i kept eating alittle of each so i could make my dad happy and not make my step-grandparents feel bad. i think im going to be sick. food poisoning or mad cow disease or lime disease, arsonic, or all of the above. oh god im going to die. boy im such an overdramatic drama queen. i have a cramp in my hip i twisted it walking through the house earlier and it feels weird. but the best thing ive done today was wrote my poem for my fur dawg. The stars are Glycering in the moonlight As he slowly bends down I can see it in his eyes Tonight is the night that starts our future
My heart begins to melt As if it were a candle
A tear trickles down his cheek Stuttering as he pops the question
These tears i shed are not sugarcoated Nor stale Not fake It's time we have our happily ever after But far fromt he end My answer is "yes"
good right?
lates.
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