aight here more pic from that same day
knowtist theres always a heniken bottle around!!! hahaha! i was drunk..
wow i’m so supprize.. that reading can change a person for the rest of their life.. i mean even in comparison to a old person.. like 70-80 years of age.. could you ever imagen that one much younger can know much more about life then these older people? every human being in this planet i would say.. want to be important in some way… they do things to make them feel important: love makes a person feel important.. money makes a person feel important, socializing make a person feel important… what is trully real is that mental people.. do those things to make themselve feel important in a way.because as such they feel that they dont have the ability like everyone else to socialize, get someone to love them, or even get money.. in society today who knows what people would do just to feel important… and a man robing a bank? not for money.. but to be heard and to be known? it’s all so interesting how one can learn so much by reading… as of rite now.. i could say i know more about life now.. then i did my whole 21 one year of living has teached me…
sorri peeps been werking.. so havent update anything yet…
but yeah.. i aint got no comment from anyone!!! damnit! lol… every forgot about me… buu huuu…! but anywayzz.. wish me luck.. get my interview this friday..
and if i get the job.. i be bringing in some ching ching.. if ya know what i’m saying… woot woot.!
well heres a recent pic.. for you babe!
oopzzz the xanga site f up.. so no pic.. kakak.. sorri everyone!!!
what up everyone… is it realli cheezy with the poems???? lol… i think i shouldnt put anymore up in hea… but yeah… me about to go to werk… wanna see? all dress up!
outa then that.. my bday went pretty good…even tho i’m still single.. forgot i say that on my other entrys… Thanks for the best wishes peeps.. luv ya!
Love seeketh not Itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care;
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.
So sang a little Clod of Clay,
Trodden with the cattle’s feet;
But a Pebble of the brook,
Warbled out these metres meet.
Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to Its delight:
Joys in anothers loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heavens despite.
whatsup all… daily up date again!
O my Love’s like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Love’s like the melodie
That’s sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in love am I;
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry:
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o’ life shall run.