12.10.2004

I got some nice goodies for you!!

Last night i talked to Chris before i left and like, this is what went down.

Me: Everything sucks.
Chris: y?
Me: I have a D in math, my mom hates me, my freaking knee, and the 2 guys i like don't really care.
Me: And if they do care they have a funny way of showing it.
Chris: well tell them then
Me: I just told one of them
Chris: What did he say
Me: I meant you silly
Chris: oooooh
Chris: lol
Chris im havn a blond moment

Yeah. That was about it.

IF YOU SIT ON MY LAP...
Hahaha. We're watching a christmas movie. It's really really lame. It's kinda creeping me out as well. Oh, and i wrote a cool poem.

Pass me the band aids and the super glue
I'll sit here and mend my broken heart with you
Quite frankly i don't think there's much i can do
As you're the one who broke it
And i bet you don't have a clue

You traded me in the bright new Cadillac
You looked at this horse and took your saddle back
Now i'm alone with nothing to do
I don't have a heart now
Just a box of band-aids and some super glue

I just sit around to pass the time
I lay back and i write and i rhyme
"This is the life," i guess i should say
Just sit back and come what may
And i'll take what God throws at me day by day

But it's hard what there's nothing there
Just me, this paper, and the surrounding air
And i can't feel because my heart is blank
A cannonball ripped the deck and away it sank
Luckily, i was able to swim to the nearest bank

But all i want to hear is to hear you say
Don't worry, i'm here, i've got all day
I'll help you with what God throws your way
We'll both sit back and come what may
And we'll take it step by step, day by bay.

<333

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
BINGO JUST CAME OVER HERE.
AND SAT WITH ME.
AND HUGGED ME.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Happiness ensued.

Okay, i'm gonna go hang out with him. Yeah, cuz like i'm being swarmed and i don't want people reading what i'm writing. typing. whatever. it's what i get for writing in this around lots of people.

-deanna

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