Friendster is predicting that you will only
have an "OK" day today. But your
forecast is good.. "Get your forks out,
because the two of you can translate
those pie-in-the-sky ideas into delicious
reality now... "
Sounds perfect, but have a marvelous
day. and let me have a bite of that pie
okay?
If Jeremy and I lived in the same
town. We'd sit on our frontporch all
day long eating watermelon and
spitting the seeds at stray cats.
We'd read aloud every book we've
ever meant to read and jeremy
would do all the voices. I'd pick up
the harmonica, a bluebird would
serenade, and at night we'd catch
fireflies only to let them go again.
We'd repopularize televised dance-
a-thons and each and every one of
you would be invited. I'll be the one
wearing the lemonade sundress
breaking it down to the floor with
your old man and over there in the
baby blue tuxedo, that's jeremy aka
ponyboy.
Instead we suffice on binge
correspondences, dreaming of
melons and mockery and blitz visits
on all three coasts (that includes
the coast off the amber waves of
grain).
Three cheers to you fine sir.
I'm sending you outlaw honey.
Jerry the Octopus!
The most passionate guy i've ever met!
The missionless days take the best way
around him: Good food, good music, high
spirits... well fuckin' good times!!!
Keep on kickin' ass buddy!
P.S. - Here's my subliminal message
for you: Dmnage Montral Clisse! xox
I'm holding my breath till the next time I get to see you in the big fog!!!
xo nanda
have an "OK" day today. But your
forecast is good.. "Get your forks out,
because the two of you can translate
those pie-in-the-sky ideas into delicious
reality now... "
Sounds perfect, but have a marvelous
day. and let me have a bite of that pie
okay?
town. We'd sit on our frontporch all
day long eating watermelon and
spitting the seeds at stray cats.
We'd read aloud every book we've
ever meant to read and jeremy
would do all the voices. I'd pick up
the harmonica, a bluebird would
serenade, and at night we'd catch
fireflies only to let them go again.
We'd repopularize televised dance-
a-thons and each and every one of
you would be invited. I'll be the one
wearing the lemonade sundress
breaking it down to the floor with
your old man and over there in the
baby blue tuxedo, that's jeremy aka
ponyboy.
Instead we suffice on binge
correspondences, dreaming of
melons and mockery and blitz visits
on all three coasts (that includes
the coast off the amber waves of
grain).
Three cheers to you fine sir.
I'm sending you outlaw honey.
like your photographs ;)!!!!!
The most passionate guy i've ever met!
The missionless days take the best way
around him: Good food, good music, high
spirits... well fuckin' good times!!!
Keep on kickin' ass buddy!
P.S. - Here's my subliminal message
for you: Dmnage Montral Clisse! xox
my
gawwwd.
what an absolute dream.
him becuase i thought to myself, "now
there's a man that looks like adam
sandler"
that's pretty sad, you know.