Monday, June 07, 2004
Pinky and the Brain take over the world…. More on this story at 11.
The moon was high, and the stars littered the sky with a sparkling residue that demanded attention. The wind was chill, but only so much as to make you shiver when you looked skyward and envisioned all the wonderful things that the heavens do hold. The world had a rosy cast that evening... soaking in and making you forget about rainy days and cloudy forecasts.
A walk under the stars... Shoes in hand.... cold hard pavement underfoot.. but not a feeling of discontent could bed up due to the circumstances that surrounded this bare foot adventure in the cool of the night. Things had gone better then planned, even now… early to us... so much more to experience... young... hot.. intoxicated... and looking for a good time.
I like short walks on the beach and lamp lit dinners.
There are so many absolutely wonderful things that I wanted to write about.. the story of this weekend was one that set the perfect mood for an amazing summer. It was a weekend that could never have been dreamed up or planned to have worked out in a better way. I wanted to sit and rant and rave about all the wonderful things we had seen...... all the wonderful boys that were involved.. and all those precious moments that you and your friends bring up and smile about even after better things have come your way. It was if the weekend had been scripted in our dreams and brought to life.
But the weekend has wound down, we are all getting settled back into the weekly routine…. Going our separate ways and hoping the next time we all come together we will laugh and smile and get intoxicated beyond belief. The whole summer is an open adventure we have yet to enjoy.
So, ill just brace myself for the craziness to come, and sleep with dreams of those wonderful things that have already taken place. I learned something this weekend, and I don’t need to rant and rave, I don’t need to exaggerate, I don’t need to publicize it. I just need to embrace this new knowledge within myself and reap the benefits in the form of smiles and sighs that are with me all day..
SO in conclusion.. I have a ghetto booty that just won't quit and JMe wants to touch my boob.
(This was written by my divine friend "anominous")
A walk under the stars... Shoes in hand.... cold hard pavement underfoot.. but not a feeling of discontent could bed up due to the circumstances that surrounded this bare foot adventure in the cool of the night. Things had gone better then planned, even now… early to us... so much more to experience... young... hot.. intoxicated... and looking for a good time.
I like short walks on the beach and lamp lit dinners.
There are so many absolutely wonderful things that I wanted to write about.. the story of this weekend was one that set the perfect mood for an amazing summer. It was a weekend that could never have been dreamed up or planned to have worked out in a better way. I wanted to sit and rant and rave about all the wonderful things we had seen...... all the wonderful boys that were involved.. and all those precious moments that you and your friends bring up and smile about even after better things have come your way. It was if the weekend had been scripted in our dreams and brought to life.
But the weekend has wound down, we are all getting settled back into the weekly routine…. Going our separate ways and hoping the next time we all come together we will laugh and smile and get intoxicated beyond belief. The whole summer is an open adventure we have yet to enjoy.
So, ill just brace myself for the craziness to come, and sleep with dreams of those wonderful things that have already taken place. I learned something this weekend, and I don’t need to rant and rave, I don’t need to exaggerate, I don’t need to publicize it. I just need to embrace this new knowledge within myself and reap the benefits in the form of smiles and sighs that are with me all day..
SO in conclusion.. I have a ghetto booty that just won't quit and JMe wants to touch my boob.
(This was written by my divine friend "anominous")
