Another Weekend begins (well it began at 12am this morning when talking to Kukiexx1). Still a little jaded from this morning but alls good. Sold tonne's of stuff again at work and at home now again. (funny that, AGAIN sweatdrop )
I miss ya babe, but the best thing, you're here and that's what counts. So as I sit here watching Stuart Little 2 on TV my minds wanders to the fridge (hmm, nothing much still), But I'm a good cook so I might make myself some munchies.
I dream at night, of the face I will oneday see.
That which fills my heart.
To lie alone in this empty bed, the monotony
only broken by the soft purring of the cat.
My arms lie beneath me, my hands under the pillow,
Heart still warm from the days previous,
spent together like one whole should
not as halves but as one.
Now and forever, loved and warm
look what ya did to me babe, Now I'm in my wisdom form. LOL heart
Hmmm, this post is kinda pointless ain't it.
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This journal is a collection of my thouhts and little quirks. I'll probably write some story or poetry ideas in here so help yourself and have a gander.
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