Thursday, October 21, 2004
spinning to the lindsay diaries-hold.
guess what.
i've another blog. this, is getting too public. however still lives on. i hope.
do ask me if you are fully acquainted with myself. i will tell. or gag me to tell. bah.
bye. you wont miss me.
prodigy.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
spinning to muse-butterflies and hurricanes.
i am thank god-fully full. ooh; the food was helluva delicious.yummmms. as the day gets darker, the shadow gets shorter, the atmosphere gets colder, the anticipation gets the worst of me. heh. i am fragmented with the little itsy-bitsy pieces of excitement. so far, so good. nothing and i mean nothing can spoil the fresh blooming flowers. did i just compare myself to a bunch of blooming flowers? ooh god. so wrong. so so wholly wrong.
everything seems to fall into place. so far. my discretion have camouflaged themselves. now that i feel more like a lady and less sinful. basically everything feels right. so. im off. toodles.
dont pinch me. i want to sleep forever as i pull my heart through telephone wires. unless. (i like unless-es.) humour me.
friday im in love.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
spinning to nothing.
His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was, "I do."
Carrie: I do not pick the wrong guys. They pick me.
Miranda: So what, you're like a flystrip for dysfunctional men?
Carrie: Yeah, but one of those really pretty floral scented ones.
feeling loved? fuck off.
talk is cheap.