As I sit here in Sicily, my life is unfolding around me. Everything is good. Isn’t that odd’ How many people can say that there lives are completely worry free. Everything is happy. I am happy. It is blissful to feel as if nothing is wrong.
What have I accomplished? What have I made of myself? I am here, in Italy. Learning Italian. Bathing in the meditteranian sun. My white skin is slowly turning bronze. My blonde hair is becoming lighter as the sun bleaches and sparkles my dark golden locks. My face is clear, my mind is free. What have I done to deserve this? Neinte.
I talked to Dave yesterday. He bought Ellen a truck. And a credit card for gas money. And he pays for the insurance.
She’s 14 years old.
He calls it being a good parent. I call it being a stupid ass who is going to spoil his daughter right into the fiery inferno of hell.
Ignorance is bliss, I suppose.
Arrivaderci amore, ciao.
I’ll wait here to cheer you on? I’m tired of waiting.
mercoledì, settembre 26, 2007
life is so good i am waiting for the downfall
As I sit here in Sicily, my life is unfolding around me. Everything is good. Isn’t that odd’ How many people can say that there lives are completely worry free. Everything is happy. I am happy. It is blissful to feel as if nothing is wrong.
What have I accomplished? What have I made of myself? I am here, in Italy. Learning Italian. Bathing in the meditteranian sun. My white skin is slowly turning bronze. My blonde hair is becoming lighter as the sun bleaches and sparkles my dark golden locks. My face is clear, my mind is free. What have I done to deserve this? Neinte.
I talked to Dave yesterday. He bought Ellen a truck. And a credit card for gas money. And he pays for the insurance.
She’s 14 years old.
He calls it being a good parent. I call it being a stupid ass who is going to spoil his daughter right into the fiery inferno of hell.
Ignorance is bliss, I suppose.
Arrivaderci amore, ciao.
I’ll wait here to cheer you on? I’m tired of waiting.
What have I accomplished? What have I made of myself? I am here, in Italy. Learning Italian. Bathing in the meditteranian sun. My white skin is slowly turning bronze. My blonde hair is becoming lighter as the sun bleaches and sparkles my dark golden locks. My face is clear, my mind is free. What have I done to deserve this? Neinte.
I talked to Dave yesterday. He bought Ellen a truck. And a credit card for gas money. And he pays for the insurance.
She’s 14 years old.
He calls it being a good parent. I call it being a stupid ass who is going to spoil his daughter right into the fiery inferno of hell.
Ignorance is bliss, I suppose.
Arrivaderci amore, ciao.
I’ll wait here to cheer you on? I’m tired of waiting.
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