So it's summer. Haha wait. Why do I always write this like someone is reading? It's summer and I'm wastig another season of my life doing nothing productive. I know it's my own thing but gah why is it so hard. Can't things just fall into place. What's my thug. What's gonna get me the life I want? Shitballz! Aight I'm out. Monk Posted via LiveJournal.app .

I wrote this today and posted it on myspace as well. If you read it , I want to say thanks in advance. Tell me what you think afterwards. Thanks again! If I could I would rewind the hands to be with...we can start again or if we could start over as friends. Wanting to make amends tell me how I can be a friend again, or will we just let time consume us and endure what fate has dealt us in the end

I'm so infatuated with you. You stupid comments and lame jokes. Those silly smirks and the way you poke fun at me at every chance you get. It's like you know me better than I like to pretend I know myself...in the thoughts of lust your wit and voice and charm create. This is not a love poem. Those don't exist. This is a declaration of infatuation. To be continued... Posted via LiveJournal.app .

... thanks Jo for reminding me like three times, and find out I'm getting called in to work!!! WTF! So there I am pretending that I didn't get the call cause Lord knows I'm eating my meal in peace. But then scarf it down and rush to my house. The sucky thing isn't just that j had to rush dinner but that I had to drag Jo all the way to work and make her take her roommates car back home. Yeah, I'm...