That’s another reason I love this blog, although
Nike Dunk Low, I must confess I’m approaching this new incarnation with a bit of hesitancy. When I was updating my journal all the time, I kind of started a bit of a relationship. Okay, I fell in love. Hard. He was young and I was younger (emotionally) and in the end it just wasn’t meant to be because I couldn’t
Nike Dunk High technically leave the house and once he found out I may or may not have allegedly had something to do with numerous kidnappings and/or murders, he freaked out.And who wouldn’t get freaked out, when love is that
Nike Air Force 1 strong ? I should post some of our IM’s here some day, I swear. If they weren’t so important to me (I’m sorry, but sometimes the comments threads can get really mean and personal, and I couldn’t handle it if someone made fun of the way I love), I’d do it. When GumbBoy (that’s what I call him) and I would chat at three in the morning about our
Air Force 1 Shoes favorite concerts we’ve been to, and we found out we were both almost at the same Sting concert in different cities, but like, one day after the next on Sting’s tour schedule ? That’s how we knew it was fate. We were in love and I loved him and he loved
SB Dunksme and when I sent flowers to his work he said it was the sweetest thing anybody had ever done for him. Then WHY has he since MOVED and quit his JOB and told people to tell me he’s TERRIFIED of my voice ? I just push people away, I guess. I love too much, too hard, too good. I make people realize their own insecurities, and when that happens, they just… can’t deal with it anymore. I get it. Lord knows
Nike Dunks Low I do it with Catherine. I’ve even done it with Precious. Sometimes when she looks at me with those eyes, the ones that say, "You feed me and you take care of me and without you I’d die," I just… sometimes I have to get the hose again, you know ?Anyway, the pumpkin muffins were delicious, but they
Nike Dunks Low reminded me of how GumbBoy crumbled my heart like so much cake mix, and I found myself weeping. I tried to document it in my (PRIVATE ! (FRIENDS-ONLY)) grief blog, but there’s one person on there who I haven’t taken off my friends list and he loves to make fun of me whenever I get real. So I wrote on my mirror in lipstick "EVERYBODY HATES YOU." And then I held Precious up to the mirror to make
Nike Dunks Highher read it but dammit if she can’t read. so I took the muffins to my next door neighbor, Marcia (not my other neighbor, Loudy McNoisy), and asked if she’d like to share some chai and a little bit of a game I like to call "Your Memory, Mine."
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