Date Range
Date Range
Date Range
Wednesday, December 8, 2010. Sunday, November 28, 2010. I turned around looking at a man in disgust. Over by the gate lordy here she comes. With a basket full of chicken and a big cold jug of sweet tea. I make a little room and she climbs on up. Open up the throttle and stir a little dust.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010. Only like a 100ft away from the school is your class. You can just lightly jog. If you choose to proceed you will indeed concede.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010. The thought of walking into a freezing cold classroom just sends chills up my spine. How can this school expect us to learn in such a cold environment? We might as well move to. I know we are trying to be more Eco friendly like. But come on heat is a priority. Monday, November 29, 2010. Tuesday, November 23, 2010. Want to get closer, in too deep. Want to get closer into you.
Sunday, November 28, 2010. Tuesday, November 23, 2010. Concrete Angel by Martina McBride. She walks to school with a lunch she packed. Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday,. She hides the bruises with the linen and lace;. Bearing the burdon of a secret storm,. Sometimes she wishes she was never born;. Through the wind and the rain,. Somebody cries in the middle of the night,.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010. Sunday, November 28, 2010. He That Shall Not Be Named. Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard. When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard. Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6. Like a G6, Like a G6. Ladies love my style, at my table gettin wild. Get them bottles poppin, we get that drip and that drop.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010. When the teacher collects it, they would both put their name on it and not asked how much work they put in. So the marks come back, and of coarse it lacks the brain storming of ideas. Their is more to a song. Wake up in the morning and I ask myself,. Is life worth living? Should I blast myself? .
Wednesday, December 8, 2010. Tuesday, November 23, 2010. Come to decide that the things that I tried. Were in my life just to get high on. When I sit alone come get a little known. But I need more than myself this time. Step from the road to the sea to the sky. And I do believe it, we rely on. When I lay it on come get to play it on. All my life to sacrifice. Hey oh, listen what I say, oh.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010. Tuesday, November 23, 2010. Or you will bleed Hyperbole. You know I need to get my way. So now you listen up. You are my pup Metaphor. Or I will make you black and blue. I love to make you wait. I know you hate and love me too Paradox. We are not to blame. For seeing love is pain. To say that love is pain.
BLOG! Wednesday, December 8, 2010. Wednesday, November 24, 2010. Cooler than the flip side. Nothing can compare to where. And the moments where my good times start to fade. You make me smile like the sun, fall out of bed. Sing like bird, dizzy in my head. Spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night.
Monday, December 10, 2012. I made him this cat tree out of scrap wood I had and a friend and a carpet scrap she let me use. I need to get a little more carpet for the bottom piece but he likes the top the best anyway. He likes to cuddle with me after the boys go to bed, yes I love it. He already thinks he is king of this house. Thursday, September 6, 2012. My mom did a wonderful job taking our family pictures and my dad was back up support! They did a great job and I wanted to share them here! Our projec.
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