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| More and more, this is what I want... |
8.29.2011
8.27.2011
Truer Words Have Never Been Spoken....
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| Good books have kept me alive,sane,happy,comforted, reassured and at ease... Midnight In The Garden Of Good An Evil is my ultimate summer read David Sedaris is a hilarious genius and each book of his I own is dog eared as I've read them numerous times. Jen Lancaster is a female Mr. Sedaris with a penchant for Crocs and bulldogs, but ditto on the dog eared pages. The Dirt, How To Make Love Like A Porn Star, Scar Tissue, My Life So Far....any autobiography makes me happy. Chick Lit, history, comedy, travel, If there's words, I read them. Any of my LOYAL followers have a special book they love? Share with the group, don't be shy! |
8.24.2011
Tattoo ME!
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| Once again, I'm getting the tattoo itch. I'm going to touch up my big piece over the next few months and add some new ink to it, too. As for a brand new one, I'm debating what to get. |
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| I LOVE this! |
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| beautiful |
A Thanks To My Friends
Anonymous
Thank you for being there when I needed you...
and even when I didn't,
Thank you for being there through the good times...and the bad,
Thank you for being there to encourage my dreams....and my crazy ideas, Thank you for catching me...before I fell down,Thank you for wiping away the tears... when I was crying,Thank you for cheering me up...and making me laugh, Thank you for all the great memories...and the bad,But most of all... thank you...For being you!
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| I love all of my friends, new and old, close and far away....you save me from myself, sometimes and I am forever grateful to call you all my friends. |
The Golden Chain Of Friendship
Ann M. Siddall
Friendship is a golden chain
the links are friends so dear
and like a rare and precious jewel
it's treasured more each year...
the links are friends so dear
and like a rare and precious jewel
it's treasured more each year...
it's clasped together firmly
with a love that's deep and true
and it's rich and happy memories
and fond recollections too...
with a love that's deep and true
and it's rich and happy memories
and fond recollections too...
time can't destroy its beauty
for as long as memories live
years can't erase the pleasure
the joy that friendship gives
for friendship is a priceless gift
that can't be bought or sold
for as long as memories live
years can't erase the pleasure
the joy that friendship gives
for friendship is a priceless gift
that can't be bought or sold
but to have an understanding friend
is worth far more than gold
and the golden chain of friendship
is a strong and blessed tie
binding kinded hearts together
as the years go passing by.
is worth far more than gold
and the golden chain of friendship
is a strong and blessed tie
binding kinded hearts together
as the years go passing by.
8.18.2011
8.11.2011
After Life...
...Is Death.
Today was the funeral for one of my close friends who lost his father Ted on Saturday.
Instead of talking about the inevitable sadness, I want to say how proud I am of all of
our friends coming to support Dave during, probably, the most difficult day
of his life. The service was lovely and it was great to just be outside
after the service and hug Dave, joke around a bit.
Love you Scratch Brotha!!!
8.09.2011
By Shortlived Happiness
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Slight drizzle of the rain,
Dripped off my already wet shirt,
Drenching me inside out,
Flooding me outside in.
Warm tears trickling down,
Looking at the world through those glassy eyes,
I see a different you,
A different me.
What I had let go then,
Can't claim it anymore,
You belong to another now,
And may never be mine ever.
How could I've walked away,
How could I've surrended,
Why couldn't I battle till the end,
Why wasn't I strong enough.
Regret washing over me,
But it can't claim you back,
Not anymore,
After that day.
Sorry,
Maybe that came too late.
But now,
I truely am remorseful for ever losing my grip.
In those young days,
I threw my love away,
Into the depts of the endless field,
Never thinking about the consequences.
A walk through the rain,
Saw things in a different light,
Had you've been in my place,
The day I uttered those hurtful things?
Dripped off my already wet shirt,
Drenching me inside out,
Flooding me outside in.
Warm tears trickling down,
Looking at the world through those glassy eyes,
I see a different you,
A different me.
What I had let go then,
Can't claim it anymore,
You belong to another now,
And may never be mine ever.
How could I've walked away,
How could I've surrended,
Why couldn't I battle till the end,
Why wasn't I strong enough.
Regret washing over me,
But it can't claim you back,
Not anymore,
After that day.
Sorry,
Maybe that came too late.
But now,
I truely am remorseful for ever losing my grip.
In those young days,
I threw my love away,
Into the depts of the endless field,
Never thinking about the consequences.
A walk through the rain,
Saw things in a different light,
Had you've been in my place,
The day I uttered those hurtful things?
8.03.2011
If you need to express a problem to someone you love,
or to a third party who is aiming to help you through it,
don't sugarcoat the truth.
If you do, you will be right
back where you started - with a problem that you don't
want to deal with.
But if you bite the bullet and say what
needs to be said, you will get it all out in the open.
And a funny thing happens when the truth comes to light
- it becomes less intimidating and less frightening.
So speak the truth, and when it sees the light of day,
you will also see a light at the end of the tunnel.
8.02.2011
They're Heeeeeerrreee!
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| beauty, beauty everywhere |
But it will be sweet, just like my Graycenbear <3
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| OMG THE NEW BOLD! |
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| teef |
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| Yes G, it's a nice necklace |
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| cutie |
8.01.2011
epicfail.com is #bombdotcomb
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| True Beauty right here, folks |
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| I'm not going to lie...this has happened to me before. |
A Poem
| Bad Decisions | ||
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