how did I not see this. my god we are living a true fairy-tale.
everything starts off happy, swepted off my feet by the romance..But just like the oridginal caustionnaire tales told in warning to girls to be weary of things and people that seam too good to be true we are heading for tragedy.
our store which is filled with lies,deceit and I dare say murder!!
How ever it is to early to tell if it ends with vengeance and retribertion, because it is you who holds the pen that leads this tale. But let me be the first to applaud you in wielding a story that the Brothers Grimm themselves would be proud of!!!
Well I have moved to San Diego.. so anyone at there who isnt creepy I would love to have some show me around!
Hurts to be with you and the ideal of being without you hurts all the same...I have to figure out what pain is easier to live with in the end.
Last night our eggs started to hatch..I am so excited. Out of 42 eggs and over night 10 have of them have poked their heads out to see the world..
Lust is all the more hotter when betraying a stranger who isn't strange to the one you committed the act with....But in the end you are lefted still wanting.. You picked this life so don't bitch about the down falls of your actions!!!!
Soft kisses and running noses. Sweet promises that only candy can help you pass off of those poisonêd lips.
Do you even know if the one who helps powdered your craving is a friend or foe?
I guess it doesn't matter, just continue doing that dance that is all but to warming for your hollow soul.
NOw that you have Indulge in the forbidden...Te
But instead of helping your self to become a better person and founding that bliss you are searching for, you rather pull others down to drown with you. You are nothing more then a bitch! Laugh now if you want, but the time will come when your friends are standing in that same davastation as you, looking on all they have lost . When regret sits in,trust me they will turn on you like rabbit dogs. And once again you will be alone at night, maybe this time with a needle in your arm.. And if lucky dead!!!
I am now observeing a fiercely cruel game of friend interventions of the heart.
A terriable threesome of back stabbing and lies of twisted self gain is in play at the moment among them.. I am awaiting my part as I speak ( if you will).. Not invited by 2 but by the other one.., one who knows I could set off the balance of faith and trust of the other two.. I do hold a few secrets of one friend in question , mainly about the second face he wears behind the others back.. With no doubt in my mind one would be crushed as well as feeling betray if she knew the horriable things he claimed to be true about her, while to her face would dismiss the unholy gossip..
Doing such a thing would tear one friendship apart while bring the other two closer together. Allowing once again their passion filled with goals of a wonderful life could once again rain back on the path they had strayed off of.
Now I ask my self ,should I bring the" treacherous " news of lies, sex with gain as well as addiction to the table..and help one or do I set back and just watch where the game will end without my help..
Taking my self out I gain nothing , puting myself in I gain a small sense of redemption for other wrongs..that lay at my foot.. What to do???????
I am sorry to hear you have no self pride or respect, You allow one to use you as trash.
How can you sleep at night knowing what addiction holds you hostage. To be so weak by lines laid out in front of you. Please let me be the first to welcome you to your new life as a whore!!! We all know how easy you spread for your candyman to get your fix when cash is low. And how the two shining lights of life you given now take a back seat to your love of getting high. What a waste you are.But this you know already. But did you know that your so called friend that you enjoy snortting with calls you a junkie, even tells people about how you had to fuck for your powder goods. Only a "true" friend would push for such behavior. Because that friend is also in the same boat as you, but is to dumb to see it.
I can't even pitty you
Enjoy the downward spiral
men can be boys
Feelings are so hard to put into the right words at time!!!
But my dear love who are you kidding with you "big bad attiude" Trust me No one really cares of your so call time spent in jail.. It doesn't make you any more scarer then you think you are.. If anything it makes the liar in you stand out 10 fold. Your aren't super anit -dude.. you are just an ass who tries to be the cool kid that he wasn;t in school..YES IT IS THAT TRANSPRANT!!!!
I would be so much merrier if my son was home..He decided that he wanted to stay over his friends house so that early today his team and him would get up and head snow borading..
I am glad that he is doing something he likes but its still hard as a mom to just let go and allow him to be a teen..
It saddens me to see his gifts under the tree still waiting to be open.
I am still here, frozen in time it seams.. Not moving forward or backwards.. I am just where life has left me.. Stuck or forgotton I am still here....
Life is moving to fast and I can't keep up!
Waking up I wish I was someone else, anyone as long as it isn't me. The rain that is falling and the dark sky have taken over my mood, changing it to a dreary out look on us.
Now I find myself thinking, Am I to let you go so you can move on and be happier, while I go on alone, No longer cradle by your love.
Full of tears my eyes are at such a thought. To wake and be filled with this saddness.
I wish I was someone else, anyone as long as it wasn't me.
This is a great example of "Did I say that out loud?" This allegedly
happened at Harvard University in a biology class.
The professor was discussing the high glucose levels found in semen which
gives the sperm the energy for their journey.
A female freshman raised her hand and asked, "If I understand correctly,
you're saying there's a lot of glucose, as in sugar, in semen?"
"That's correct," responded the professor, going on to add statistical
Raising her hand again, she asked, Then why doesn't it taste sweet?"
After a stunned silence, the whole class burst out laughing. The poor
face turned bright red, and as she realized exactly what she had
However, as she was going out the door, the professor's reply was classic.
"It doesn't taste sweet because the taste buds for sweetness are on the
of your tongue and not the back of your throat. Have a good day."
I have to wonder if going out and crazy filled after parties will ever get old. Or I should say am I getting to old for it.
I would hate to have to give it up if I feel I am not ready ...
I still have a youthful look as well as feel..
growing up never gets better.....grr