| Cerry Mistmas Kids
I'll be chillaxing in p-town until the 15th of january so ring me on the celly.
three tubas and a bushel of scented old ladies makes for a loud house. |
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| I'm making plenty of new friends in a place I now call home, but I can't shake my desire to know some of the people from my past a little more...especailly now that everyone is settling in to their new skin of independence.
I crave sitting and listening to someone who has the comfort of familiarity but the mystery of eccentricites that their life has been hiding from my view and knowing.
I think that is why I have this web journal;
One gets a glimpse of old friends lives without being intrusive, until you want to find out more...until you want to find out how someone is really doing.
If I knew you at any point in my life, there's something I love and remember about you. Ask me and you'll be surprised. |
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| This morning after my drawing class, I decided to read Romans 1 and 2, Paul's letter to the Christians of Rome. This afternoon when I stepped into my Understanding the Bible course, we began to analyze the very same passage. I told God I'm here to let him do his thing, and he's already working in the details of everything. |
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Shall I drive to New York to rescue this muscle car? I fell in love at a low point in my life yesterday in the early hours of the morning. My parents have eliminated all possibilities of my inheritance of the Brontosaurus Taurus on accounts of abuse inflicted by me these past few months. I am rightfully aware that a Ford taurus does'nt have four wheel drive as I threw the wheels on the car out of alignment due to curb checking and hopping. The shaking steering wheel did it in for my parents and confirmed their decision not to give me a car. I get too rough on the road. Or shall I opt for scare tactics by buying a 1970's motorcycle with my savings bond? |
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| Dude, the Met just got a Duccio. Madonna and child, ya halla! |
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