I am getting married now..and somebody wrote this poem for me.It made me cry.. Thanks Jim! Jeune FillePoem by James Rist When did she trade tousle head for layered tresses?When did long fragrant baths begin?When did sandals and frocks incline to heels and dresses?When did the girl and the beauty first meet? All those endless summers of play;Running and romping--wild like the boys;Free of care for ruby lips and broken heart….Loving most her cuddly toys,And thinking herself too plain to matter,She disdained signs of the woman’s start....
Nov 29, 2005
Nov 20, 2005
Some major babbling!
I don't know if my life is boring or not but Sussette asked me once if I think my life would ever be boring...I said, "Hmmm...I guess not." You see, I have the knack, no matter how unknowingly, to put myself in such a freakingly complicated situation. Lets just call it, my freeeeeeeakin' talent.No, I am not jumping off buildings or airplanes.Nope, I am not even a spy for the CIA. Hell, I want to leave Bin Laden's ass in peace.Nope, I am not screwing...
Nov 10, 2005
Nov 4, 2005
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