I think that because I can't bake you a cake, I'll make one for your parents instead.
Eating cake is better than drinking anyways. They've more sugar and whipping cream involved. ^_^
Happy Birthday. "you know i miss you
19 isn't so great. the novelty of drinking wears off and it mostly just becomes an expensive vice. folk start to harp on you more for your "failings" like smoking, not having a job, going nowhere with your life if you don't already have a plan to get to your chosen career. (you really think you'd have sent that script off? you and i both know better. :P)
you have to start thinking about things like getting a minimum wage job to pay for your expensive vices...you know...the drinking...and the smoking. your parents would expect you to start paying for your own gas...in fact...best to get your own car in general. there are a lot less hand-outs. people give you less lee-way and eventually you find yourself back in school surrounded by all of the people you've always hated but never wanted to figure it out. well...that might just be me. heh.
needless to say...19 is over-rated. you're really not missing much.
not that i don't wish you were here.
don't you know that i miss you?"
I've been thinking about my life lately, and what will probably happen.
I'll finish school, work for a while, most likely marry Rob (I hope~!) and have kids. Been thinking about plans to save up money to pay for their education.
Which reminded me of the time quincy said to me:
"If you and White have kids... they're gonna be really fucked up."
Thank you Quincy. You're probably gonna be right. ^_^
Stop being dead.
i've been looking at a lot of pictures of the boy recently. what a beauty."hello, i love you"
i was just thinking about it the other day, and realized that i've spent more time in Quincy's room with the lights off than on. i know this room better in the dark than i do during the day. for some reason, that cracks me up everytime i think about it."I'll love you more
that crazy boy, what a casanova. ;)
i was telling rhona the roses story today, and about how he called ahead to the cabin and told me that i couldn't come to meet them at the ferry. i was so disappointed. but then he called me outside once they reached the place and i was greeted with flowers and chocolates and i just remember that he was disappointed because i was paying more attention to him than to the gifts. heh. he did, however, get a "YOU'RE THE BEST BOYFRIEND EVER!!!!", which probably made his month.
with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do "
3am...lying on the beach in the middle of march...reciting poetry i can't needed to know before...to a pretty boy...it was pretty bad...by the pretty ocean...and it's oh so sad. SONNET 87
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know'st thy estimate:
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing;
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting?
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so my patent back again is swerving.
Thyself thou gavest, thy own worth then not knowing,
Or me, to whom thou gavest it, else mistaking;
So thy great gift, upon misprision growing,
Comes home again, on better judgment making.
Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
"fine...don't wear them. i will!"