the new computer is in the backseat of my car...
i brought it to the funeral i had to go to today. it was shitty. not only do i have stupid security issues in general, but then you have to throw death into the mix??? i hate losing people.....
being back in my hometown was really weird too. its a combination of heartwarming nostalgia and wanting to stab my eyes out with every memory i ran across. on my way to the wake last night i was thinking of the boy from high school i was madly in love with. the boy a part of me is still madly in love with (if only he were 23 again....) whose truck ends up cutting me off? the company he works for (outside of the whole fireman thing....hmmmm...hes got something in common with the new boy). then the cemetary we bury the deceased in is the one he crashed is mustang outside of (almost totalled it too...he was spying on his ex's house...the tree was small enough that i could wrap my fingers around it)
i miss being seventeen and naive and juvenile and angsty and surrounded by friends.
**if anyone wants to be my penpal email me your address....i'm in the mood to love you**
ps. what the hell is this?
i brought it to the funeral i had to go to today. it was shitty. not only do i have stupid security issues in general, but then you have to throw death into the mix??? i hate losing people.....
being back in my hometown was really weird too. its a combination of heartwarming nostalgia and wanting to stab my eyes out with every memory i ran across. on my way to the wake last night i was thinking of the boy from high school i was madly in love with. the boy a part of me is still madly in love with (if only he were 23 again....) whose truck ends up cutting me off? the company he works for (outside of the whole fireman thing....hmmmm...hes got something in common with the new boy). then the cemetary we bury the deceased in is the one he crashed is mustang outside of (almost totalled it too...he was spying on his ex's house...the tree was small enough that i could wrap my fingers around it)
i miss being seventeen and naive and juvenile and angsty and surrounded by friends.
**if anyone wants to be my penpal email me your address....i'm in the mood to love you**
ps. what the hell is this?
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How the hell are ya, miss Bailey??
Nothing to say on teh death part. I could say "yea dopnt let death get you down" and all that stuff but I have no idea what I am talking about so I would look stupid.
But it seems I already said that stuff.
Address inc. Write me a letter new pen pal.