While Frank Sinatra sings Stormy Weather...
Saturday, June 20, 2009 6:40 PM
the flies and spiders get along together.
A month?
Has it been?
Not quite sure.
I'm sorry blog.
I'm sorry for neglecting you.
You were my friend through many things, and I threw you away.
I'm so sorry.
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Trip to the beach, along with my mother, father and baby brother.
....hooray.
I expect sun burn and boredom.
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People tell me not to wish my life away.
I'm not, just the next two years.
I suppose something amazing could happen in that time, but..
why do I not believe that?
Lately my every day has been filled with contemplating, planning
and a lot of cleaning.
I'm just so.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Never a lie, just always quiet.
I need this.
Compare these pictures to drinks.
Something horrible has just happened.
You need it.

Little Miss Sunshine:
Don't apologize, it's a sign of weakness.
Shit.
A month?
Has it been?
Not quite sure.
I'm sorry blog.
I'm sorry for neglecting you.
You were my friend through many things, and I threw you away.
I'm so sorry.
______________________________________________
Trip to the beach, along with my mother, father and baby brother.
....hooray.
I expect sun burn and boredom.
______________________________________________
People tell me not to wish my life away.
I'm not, just the next two years.
I suppose something amazing could happen in that time, but..
why do I not believe that?
Lately my every day has been filled with contemplating, planning
and a lot of cleaning.
I'm just so.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Bored.
Never a lie, just always quiet.
I need this.
Compare these pictures to drinks.
Something horrible has just happened.
You need it.

Little Miss Sunshine:
Don't apologize, it's a sign of weakness.
Shit.