jupitersunrise

i'd just like to point out that i love all my friends on here!! well, except you. teehee

yay i remembered to click on "update your page" first instead of "edit preferences"

answer the phone
i know that you're home
i wanna get you alone
and do it again
do it again

heh, i'm horny. per usual. but i don't have anything to write right now, so i'll just post some stuff for you to read and comment on. comment on!

my friend nichole wrote this (I think):

Girls are like apples on trees. The good ones are at the top. Boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples on the ground that aren't as good, but easy to get. So the apples at the top think that there is something wrong with them, when in reality, they are AMAZING! That is why we just have to be patient and the right boy, the one who takes a chance to find the good apple, will come one day...

and now for the greatest poem in all creation:

Happiness is like a crystal,
Fair and exquisite and clear,
Broken in a million pieces,
Shattered, scattered, far and near.
Now and then along life's pathway,
Lo! some shining fragments fall;
But there are so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.

You may find a bit of beauty,
Or an honest share of wealth,
While another, just beside you
Gathers honor, love, or health.
Vain to choose or grasp unduly,
Broken is the perfect ball;
And there are so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.

Yet the wise, as on they journey,
Treasure every fragment clear,
Fit them as they may together,
Imagining the shattered sphere,
Learning ever to be thankful,
Though their share of it is small;
For it has so many pieces
No one ever finds them all.
-- Priscilla Leonard

the end for now...

float on