October 4th 2001
Oct. 4th, 2001 11:30 pmFor the person who signed my guestbook who asked how far me and BB live apart, it's about 45 minutes. When we first started dating it was only 15, which was nice. 45 minutes is just enough to assure me that I won't go out there much during the week, but thats okay. We have our own lives during the week or whatever, and come together during the weekend.
I was very happy to look out my window this morning to see a cloudy day. I don't know what it is, but I hate sunny days! Especially a long string of them like we've had lately. I know, I'm a big hairy freak like that.
Wow, I really have nothing interesting to say today! You'd think I wouldn't update right when I woke up or something.
Well, I did have a pathetic dream that kept me from really sleeping very well. Some mean Diarylander was writing me mean guestbook entries that didn't make sense, and everyone was getting mad at them but there was nothing we could do, and it was all just really pathetic.
Buh! My mom bought me my pretty red Docs, but I can't have them until my birthday. That's no fun! I want my pretty shoes!
I really want to whore myself out to Diary Reviews again because I got reviewed when I had a yucky template and got a.. gasp.. 72. I think I'd get a really good score if I got to go again, but they have a policy that you can't do that. I feel cheap and violated, like I need to put my clothes back on or something. If wanting a new diary review is wrong, I don't want to be right!
I would really like some fritos right now.
I leave you with some Elton John lyrics, because I have a new obsession with him since I'm going to see him in Reno. Hehehe! This is called "Michelle's song"
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Cast a pebble on the water
Watch the ripples gently spreading
Tiny daughter of the Camargue
We were meant to be together
We were made for one another
In a time it takes to grow up
If only we were old enough
Then they might leave us both alone
So take my hand in your hand
Say it's great to be alive
No one's going to find us
No matter how they try
No one's going to find us
It's wonderful so wild beneath the sky
Sleeping in the open
See the shadows softly moving
Take a train towards the southlands
Our time was never better
We shall pass the sights of splendor
On the door of a new life
It had to happen soon I guess
Whether it is wrong or it is right
We learned to be so graceful
Watching wild horses running
And from those agile angels
We knew the tide was turning
For we watched as on the skyway
The herons circled slowly
While we mere mortals watched them fly
Our sleepless eyes grew heavy
