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Somebody stop me...9:03 AM
Thursday, April 3, 2008

Please, for the sake of the world... someone please slap me the next time I try to write a blog while PMS'ing.

I can't believe some of the things I wrote. How could a person say things like that?

I can't expect myself to find true friendship if I'm not at least willing to be the kind of friend that I seek.

I want to apologize to the people who were hurt by my last blog. Swear to blog it won't happen again. All my friends should know that I appreciate, love, and respect them.

Kittymunchkin, I don't know how I can help you... I truly honestly don't. But honey I'm going to try. You need things to make you happy, and I know that maybe I can help you with that.
MAYBE.
I just wish that this was like a fresh start for us.
Hopefully your date on friday will make things better. Maybe it will turn out that this person makes you happier than you ever could have imagined.
how nice would that be?

I wish you the best, and I support you in anything you want to do.
We all need a friend.
Shitheads begone, eh?

-jess








who i am
and what i want to be(for today)
let me just be myself
at 18 years old
bornJanuary 19 1990
nova scotia

"The dragonfly symbolizes going past self-created illusions that limit our growing and changing. Dragonflies are a symbol of the sense of self that comes with maturity.

you can find me at miss.dragonfly@live.com
and desires too

- To learn to only be
- to fly around the world in a hot air balloon
- to bathe in a waterfall with the man i love
- to understand people
- to just accept and be accepted
- to embrace my youth the way that my grandmother would if she had it
- to enjoy


Enchantment

wonders that appear[Click Here]


to the ones i love

one secret i don't want anymore

you came and scared the skeletons out of my closet
one nasty one in particular
sent him away, told him that if he ever came back
you'd put the run to him again
even if he returns and you're not there to fight him
you left me with the strength to fend him off myself
like a shotgun hidden underneath the kitchen sink
with no regret i'd shoot him as he came through the door
-kat kirby

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