Zombie Jesus Day

I'm not one for blasphemy... but that's funny. =)

I spent the night at Nikki and Megan's last night.. and there is so much drama going on with Jason it's not funny. I was hoping that when him and I stopped being friends that everything would calm down and his girlfriend would back off, but it's gotten worse. And he's taking it because he "LOOOOVES HER". He sounds like one of those stupid abused females on Maury who stay with their husbands because they love them, even though they ran over them with the car. Really.

Outside of that they seem to be doing quite well. Nikki is going to ACU this fall, which means I'll be visiting her a lot. I can't live without my Nikki. I'll miss my SEESTER too much.

Spending time with my dad today. It's more like.. I'm writing and watching Last Boyscout while he cooks and we are the only ones here at the moment. Exciting stuff that =)

Promise to Forgive

:So I definitely wrote this as lyrics, not a poem:

I've always been in love affairs
That were picture-in-picture
So forgive me if being on the big screen is something new
But I promise I'll fill the screen with love songs and melodies
That will take your breath away
I promise you today...

You won't regret the ticket it took to hold me close to you
And I'll cover your heart if only for a moment or two
But forgive me if I'm clumsy or say the wrong things
Cause the right ones always got me hurt,
so I'm used to holding in feelings
But I'm tired of being guarded
So I'm just gonna leap
No matter how steep, the fall...

I've always been the one to kiss,
the one to touch, to hold, to love the most
I've never had a love returned,
and that's what has hurt me the most
I've been waiting for a love to love me unconditionally
I have so much love to give
That's part of what makes me, me

So forgive me if I clothe myself in false security
And if I don't know how to reach for your hand
I hope you'll understand
That I'm scared you'll burn me
And I already have so many scars
I'm trying to hide

But I promise you the truth to every question that you ask me
And I swear to you that I'll never wear my mask again
I'm so used to being everyone elses version of me
But you pull out someone that I used to be
I'm scared you won't like what you see
The real me

Forgive me for the worries that dance inside of my head
For the imperfections or anything that
Might make you see red
And I hope you'll learn to love me when blue skies turn gray
And learn to love me more with each passing day
Cause I promise I will too
Hear the truth in what I say

And forgive me for everything I'm not
But I'll promise you everything that I am
I just hope you understand

I want a little quickie, you want a little quickie, I'll give a little quickie, dang I'm such a ho.

I'm sitting with Megan. She has decided I should blog about how sexy she is.
While this is true, she is:

1) 15, and that's pedophil-ic.

AND:

2) Female

Both I don't find SEXY. Sorry. But I will write about how annoying it is to have her read this over my shoulder. Verbatim. OUTLOUD. And she is correcting my grammar, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE SPELL CHECK red underlining EVERYTHING. Because I need it. Because I type faster than my brain works. Factoid.

Megan for some reason thinks all Midgets create chocolate from tree houses. I do not own a tree, nor a house... but I do make delicious treats. Just don't ask where the chocolate comes from. I do change diapers for a living.

(Megan giggled)
(So did Nikki)

Nikki says she more CHUCKLED, than GIGGLED. My BAD!

/End