tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36849389743153554622024-03-20T04:20:35.471-05:00A Writers' BlockA Writers' Block is my creation to state my opinions on any given subject. All items and text have their rights reserved ® and copyright © to their respective owners/creators; unless otherwise specified. This is just a collection of information I thought upon and found worth sharing while stating my thoughts. Or perhaps... random ranting of thoughts destroying the inside of my mind.#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-8897908252890325942012-10-23T09:12:00.000-05:002012-10-23T09:12:31.123-05:00I LOVE Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My costume :D#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-56206021095756785312012-09-10T08:58:00.002-05:002012-09-10T08:58:20.647-05:00Making PeaceSo I spoke with her last night. She called me crying, which broke my heart more than the day our relationship ended. He broke up with her. She apologized and told me the truth of everything. They had dated for some time. Her family loved him, something that would never happen towards me. It hurt to hear her crying for this guy, the guy who won her heart over me.<br />
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I wept as well, I love her, I still do, I always will, but truth is, I'm not sure even if the opportunity arose... would we get back together? Not because she has been with someone else, not because she admitted to loving him... I don't know. I don't think anything will ever be the same between, which saddens me. Honestly, I want her to be happy, she might have been perfect to me, but was I perfect for her?<br />
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Can I bring her happiness? Can I bring her the happiness she has with him? If I can't, I won't attempt to bring her to me. I don't want sex, I don't want a relationship, I want love. I want to be with someone and know, she is my one and only and no one else will ever catch my eye like she will. No one will compare.<br />
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She told me she wasn't the one for me, which hurt too. Was the time spent together a lie? Were the promises we made to each other so feeble and broken the moment they left our lips? Every promise I made to her I meant. Just like every time I said I love you. If you are reading this... I meant it every time and I still do, I still truly love you.<br />
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I'm not trying to stir anything with her or new relationships, far from it. I know she has enough to deal with. I just want to speak the truth to her always. I think what saddens me the most from all the promises and talks we had was that I asked something simple of her...<br />
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"If you ever find someone new... please end it with me, please don't lie to me and cheat."<br />
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You promised you would tell me... You lied. You cheated. For months. Just like my other ex. I knew, deep down I did know something was different between us even though we were miles away... but my god, it happened in the past but the pain is still as intense.<br />
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I'm not here to say karma is a bitch, I deep down really wish it works for you, I want... I need you to be happy. Hearing you cry, it broke me. Make it work. Talk to him, if he means anything like what you mean to me, make it work. Hold on to him.#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-31687764669161655112012-09-06T08:48:00.001-05:002012-09-06T08:48:10.959-05:00Battle of Two Wolves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-76790917337175825082012-06-08T14:56:00.000-05:002012-06-08T14:56:40.847-05:00Feels Like RainSo it's been eons since I last posted. A few things have happened. Some good some bad I suppose. Alas, it is life. No matter what happens, everyone will have a bad day every now and then right? Sadly some people have more bad days continuously or more bad than good but we can only change so much. We can only control so much.<br />
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It's about 3p.m. right now and just about getting ready for work. Let's hope hours don't continue to being cut, bills don't slow down or stop so why should we.#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-63191844257420176102012-04-20T11:53:00.000-05:002012-04-20T11:53:31.902-05:00Schwinn!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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It's true, it has been a while since I rode a bike and the 2.2 miles TO work was a tad straining and I broke a sweat. Now, after getting out at 1:30a and having a 1.8 mile BACK home was pretty bad, the hill on the service road that runs parallel to the highway was a meanie but it felt great to ride. </div>
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<br />#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0Austin, TX, USA30.267153 -97.743060830.047727000000002 -98.058917799999989 30.486579 -97.4272038tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-69685102057191921152011-07-25T21:34:00.004-05:002011-07-25T21:41:47.146-05:00All Natural AugustMeatless May was a success. I completed 31 days of eating healthier and less meat. Now I want to attempt All Natural August, another 31 days of trying something different. Now to come up with a list of items I will and can eat for the upcoming month.#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-24445677752921744402011-05-03T20:34:00.003-05:002011-05-04T11:39:28.350-05:00Meatless May Day 3I ALMOST cracked. So very close to going to Jack in the Box for a Sourdough burger, but lucky me I made some PB&J Sammichs. Well, since I did eat most of the bread today, I really should go and buy some more. Perhaps I should wash dishes so I can make some velvetta, yum. Sadly I can't add the bacon but thats okay, Velvetta... xD <div><br /></div><div>Interestingly, chicken taco sandwich things are being made in the kitchen, and though I am still hungry, I can't bring myself to go get any. I want to see how long I can actually go before I need to consume meat. I'm sure 31 Days should be something easy to accomplish, but I just need to figure out how to last or better yet... go get groceries.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, tomorrow back to work. :(</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-33477154571080273702011-05-01T15:56:00.003-05:002011-05-01T16:05:02.151-05:00Meatless MaySo, I decided I will attempt to be vegetarian for May. Thus, "Meatless May". So starts Day 1 of this very long month of no Baconators, Chik-fil-a Salads, Extra Long Cheesy Coneys, etc.<div><br /></div><div>Ugh. I'm not helping at all. Last night I was craving a burger so badly :( but no, I must remain steadfast and strong. 31 Days of a new lifestyle in regards to food consumption. Somehow, I would have never done this back home. Austin has given me a chance to remake a life. The people, the city, the atmosphere, everything is completely different yet the same.</div><div><br /></div><div>Off to work. Hopefully, I won't think of sweet, delicious, crunchy, yummy, tasteful bacon...</div><div><br /></div><div>Damn you Ellie and Schy for rubbing off your silly ways on me.</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-78258550962174687182011-04-26T11:16:00.001-05:002011-04-26T11:25:57.808-05:00Vol'jin<object style="height: 390px; width: 640px" width="640" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfoCq-RssLk?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfoCq-RssLk?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="390"></embed></object>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-21790835978964516262011-04-19T15:32:00.002-05:002011-04-19T15:37:43.251-05:00I'll Always Be A HunterSame pet I've had since I first started as a Night Elf and tamed this beauty at level 10, been with me this whole time :)<div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaT3cDaRkhkUr3yvsp0NCgF-MdZa3D8Tcc7qk6CgY7MTjB9EpzhmI4_l5SNhGNy-WQ6WNRgEh8b_Sfn2Pi26r9xBcuVMtOH_m4lFUbU4shcbMBnkyce9wzrbUOIccExCT3rgBNVQXuqY/s1600/WoWScrnShot_041811_081553.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaT3cDaRkhkUr3yvsp0NCgF-MdZa3D8Tcc7qk6CgY7MTjB9EpzhmI4_l5SNhGNy-WQ6WNRgEh8b_Sfn2Pi26r9xBcuVMtOH_m4lFUbU4shcbMBnkyce9wzrbUOIccExCT3rgBNVQXuqY/s400/WoWScrnShot_041811_081553.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597395838686553378" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tqJb3FwBkopsU5nP1n2S_thWpgex-c2dyw4t6fnMcsHex25M6AG2Te9vaLazNeVgQcJIUcMuirOdHrX32XkFqPmMzScg3-uIDP53DdgcM_LqPMR0Wm7WHkTACueJfj0yyIXx49eZ7Ks/s1600/Picture+4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0tqJb3FwBkopsU5nP1n2S_thWpgex-c2dyw4t6fnMcsHex25M6AG2Te9vaLazNeVgQcJIUcMuirOdHrX32XkFqPmMzScg3-uIDP53DdgcM_LqPMR0Wm7WHkTACueJfj0yyIXx49eZ7Ks/s400/Picture+4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597395834848171378" /></a><br /></div><div>He raids with me both in and out of game. :)</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-54712868878856629002011-04-18T07:48:00.003-05:002011-04-18T08:12:55.312-05:0026g Repair<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Attempted Throne of Four Winds last night with a couple of members of Chaos Risen I had meet or seen around Org a couple of times. One of which was Sicon's alt (! - was wondering where he ran off to, hadn't seen him in awhile). Sadly we didn't down anything, got a few attempts in, best one was getting each of them to around 30%.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Might have been since it was late thats why we couldn't bring ourselves to finish it up. After a week or so without logging onto my Hunter other than my Daily Heroic, I didn't mind. I was itching for a raid, any raid, even if it was just a trash run. Don't get me wrong, love the Guild I'm in, but it's been a pretty slow couple of days with IRL stuff going on. At least 8 or 9 people are geared for Raids, 2 of which happen to be my Hunter and Holy Pally that I leveled and geared to be the Healer for the Guild. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Now, I'm not complaining, good people, great attitudes, but they seem a little alt-happy. Perhaps I'll schedule a Baradin Hold mechanics run this Wednesday so they can see the content and see what it has to offer. Now to get at least 9 other members who want to attempt it...</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-42186633435687533522011-04-15T02:11:00.004-05:002011-04-15T02:18:53.989-05:00Project JennyCurrent:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7cZGoj7EkKUMoy_b3qlgrz2ph5xDrLItojxJoCLTYMp15AWEWcBYgYeIcfLkKs6honX0LmPEdI7SlfNvJJuulTjgissWMS9ba2TEjD6ouoWA4OoZqMt_bhpOh8NAs6TH835mYH5xN04/s1600/stratus.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7cZGoj7EkKUMoy_b3qlgrz2ph5xDrLItojxJoCLTYMp15AWEWcBYgYeIcfLkKs6honX0LmPEdI7SlfNvJJuulTjgissWMS9ba2TEjD6ouoWA4OoZqMt_bhpOh8NAs6TH835mYH5xN04/s400/stratus.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595705593652814370" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Goal:</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV06VjcxHZt-PXBCv7aBdoVODmiCj-d41JKAwLTXIYSP15fL6TGgg6DxQNgg7r_0R77s8RXnt_0nlHnCNxrFXOETepFkyUxV0aqnMmlDbeCyoIL6cecRLr2WYRxcMLLXS8KvcsQbBzpKc/s1600/stratus2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV06VjcxHZt-PXBCv7aBdoVODmiCj-d41JKAwLTXIYSP15fL6TGgg6DxQNgg7r_0R77s8RXnt_0nlHnCNxrFXOETepFkyUxV0aqnMmlDbeCyoIL6cecRLr2WYRxcMLLXS8KvcsQbBzpKc/s400/stratus2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595705508784349666" /></a><br /><div>Preferably in white and a smaller spoiler. Not much for rims or a huge body kit. Just something, much more attractive.</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-55848749892757489452010-08-27T20:08:00.003-05:002010-08-27T20:11:24.591-05:00Man-Card<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4a/Radio-movie_Poster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 450px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/4a/Radio-movie_Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>Ever man should watch this. You are not a man unless you watch it. :]</div><div><br /></div><div>Disclamier; Every man must watch this movie to receive man-card.</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-1280945239727836592010-08-03T10:45:00.002-05:002010-08-03T10:45:25.793-05:00Problems. Problems. Problems.This is life, isn't it?#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-87729798817860217492010-07-19T20:25:00.002-05:002010-07-19T20:27:38.467-05:00Self Taught Enlightenment<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/04/Hermann_Hesse_-_Siddhartha_(book_cover).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 551px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/0/04/Hermann_Hesse_-_Siddhartha_(book_cover).jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div>Is it possible to gain self-taught enlightenment by the words of another?</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-34553949919338575832010-07-12T19:38:00.003-05:002010-07-12T20:01:19.236-05:00No More Mister Nice GuyWell, back home, there was two school districts; L***** Independent School District and United Independent School District. I used to go to LISD. <div><br /></div><div>Well, LISD was an innocent little place, the only profanity I knew at that time was "damn" and well, yea I was innocent. I went to LISD all the way to about mid-7th grade before I had to relocate to UISD ending 7th beginning 8th.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now, moving to a new school, no friends, no sense of how this school system works. I had no trouble standing out. Especially being so 'damn' innocent. It was known pretty quickly I didn't have an intensive sailor's tongue. </div><div><br /></div><div>Which brings up the actually story. I remember I had this class, where their was a police officer of some sort come in and talk to us for a month or so. He'd show us the usual of reports, the evil ways of drugs and alcohol, and effects. But one the first day he came to speak, when he was leaving, he told us he liked humor, so that we should each write a joke for him for the next time he came. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, sure enough I was a good little pupil, doing my work, I started writing all these jokes in a extra spiral I had. So, every time he came around and (a lot) of people didn't have jokes, they went to me to get one or two. Well, he never called on me throughout the time he was there.</div><div><br /></div><div>On his last day of speaking at our school, he told us he heard some great jokes and was very happy to speak at the school. He told us humor is a good trait in a person and that if you know someone who can get a laugh from someone without the expense of another, thats the kind of person you want to be around with.</div><div><br /></div><div>His speech went on for another 15 mins before his ending remarks were... "Remember, humor is a great trait. But, your jokes have to be clean." When I got home, after my homework and such, I spent the remainder of the day looking over my spiral pages, making sure there were no stains so the jokes were clean...</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana;color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"><i>I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing</i></span></span></span></div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-57476470179529668552010-07-11T10:10:00.001-05:002010-07-11T10:10:58.538-05:00What are 'friends' for?"Oh well, you're their problem now."<div><br /></div><div>-Thanks.</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-43896630980282137702010-07-07T01:06:00.001-05:002010-07-07T01:15:03.344-05:00Nerdy Nerd Nerd<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpafJf-4ZeQXjrnNzLMxRE5Ifur767ZnUZUkTwi8yjX7LwYEzIEMTqRj5mq2SBpUEFjnaj2_cAx5YCgTE36bvPQdRbfdR2DVGRTt3eavNm-2S7t-R_SC2_6q7OfSbF9yUzJCGbsoBF5LU/s1600/WoWScrnShot_060510_040106.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpafJf-4ZeQXjrnNzLMxRE5Ifur767ZnUZUkTwi8yjX7LwYEzIEMTqRj5mq2SBpUEFjnaj2_cAx5YCgTE36bvPQdRbfdR2DVGRTt3eavNm-2S7t-R_SC2_6q7OfSbF9yUzJCGbsoBF5LU/s400/WoWScrnShot_060510_040106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491043951186139330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XwU7lJ26z7rlf3haMwOORdsXNN0OoqkMAf2aXh0pzQmhHfCJJEqinr83yIUI4h5pESMgBxBtOBHrFzVjekW___PPE7UsCSZgczEmd0GKcsvWY6QrxrLCCQfMMD4KZL13JS22nqM7yr0/s1600/WoWScrnShot_061910_131421.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XwU7lJ26z7rlf3haMwOORdsXNN0OoqkMAf2aXh0pzQmhHfCJJEqinr83yIUI4h5pESMgBxBtOBHrFzVjekW___PPE7UsCSZgczEmd0GKcsvWY6QrxrLCCQfMMD4KZL13JS22nqM7yr0/s1600/WoWScrnShot_061910_131421.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XwU7lJ26z7rlf3haMwOORdsXNN0OoqkMAf2aXh0pzQmhHfCJJEqinr83yIUI4h5pESMgBxBtOBHrFzVjekW___PPE7UsCSZgczEmd0GKcsvWY6QrxrLCCQfMMD4KZL13JS22nqM7yr0/s400/WoWScrnShot_061910_131421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491042749745047986" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3XwU7lJ26z7rlf3haMwOORdsXNN0OoqkMAf2aXh0pzQmhHfCJJEqinr83yIUI4h5pESMgBxBtOBHrFzVjekW___PPE7UsCSZgczEmd0GKcsvWY6QrxrLCCQfMMD4KZL13JS22nqM7yr0/s1600/WoWScrnShot_061910_131421.jpg"><br /></a></div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-28200242267022398452010-07-07T00:50:00.003-05:002010-07-07T00:57:38.739-05:00This Must Be Just Like Living In ParadiseEvery time my phone vibrates, the sensation of overwhelming pain and joy shooting up, flowing past my clothes, through my skin till it penetrates onto my heart causing it to awake, beating faster, and ache at the same time; knowing I had to tell you those words that cut so deeply.<div><br /></div><div>My heart has been yours for over 3 years Ohio. Honestly, since I first started talking to you, I started to have feelings towards you. Only until we stopped talking did I truly realize how strong they were. Being apart from you... I fell for you. But when we started talking again... my love, love, grew for you with each passing day, each smile. Look at us now, completely in love with each other.</div><div><br />This is true love, I can never doubt my feelings for you. I don't hide behind a mask, I'd do anything for you. You are the one, the only, my Queen, my Princess, my Soul, my Heart... my one True Love.</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-36340670071010834222010-07-06T11:54:00.003-05:002010-07-06T12:05:23.077-05:00The Soul ReasonYou ever just wake up and think, "Is this worth it? Is this all really worth all the bullshit and suffering I'm going through?"<div><br /></div><div>No. It's not. Countless upon countless of reasons not to put up with any of this. Reasons, if weighed, no Iron-Man could ever possibly lift. No one could carry the burdens of the world, the world itself can't carry its own. Yet, this enormous weight is upon my shoulders, buckling my back, weakening my knees; blood, sweet, and tears are flowing - a great river of the mixture. Nothing could be worth this much pain that one has to endure...</div><div><br /></div><div>Until I found you. You, my sole reason to continue, to breathe, and slowly try to handle and balance the weight. Teaching me, loving me, to see it as something insignificant as opposed to our love. Showing me that no matter how tremendous it is... I can see to it to make it smaller, break into fragments off my shoulders so my arms are free to wrap around you. My knees able to bend again to lift you in my arms and spin you as that smile continues to open my eyes to the beauty around the world. </div><div><br /></div><div>Only you can show me all those things. Only you will be the only one I'll ever need. Only you can show me the truest, purest of loves... You are the reason of my existence. The reason I stand, not in front of you, but by your side as your equal.</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-43315302056748827052010-06-29T09:51:00.002-05:002010-06-29T09:55:07.770-05:00To The One I Call My Own<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz9q3-H48yWu7ZQBI9I4eTVBRzF-mGoYC1PIrz8v7ncSHJExYFi3Pe0oqufwFSrhdwxpQ3NX9AvHtIT7f8sOX8KlyZDS0cqIJZf7EhHW_z9SpTpqLHXgMh1Q1KAiE7KcTZfrwdxsb8UI/s1600/GEDC0063.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpz9q3-H48yWu7ZQBI9I4eTVBRzF-mGoYC1PIrz8v7ncSHJExYFi3Pe0oqufwFSrhdwxpQ3NX9AvHtIT7f8sOX8KlyZDS0cqIJZf7EhHW_z9SpTpqLHXgMh1Q1KAiE7KcTZfrwdxsb8UI/s400/GEDC0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488208904729161154" /></a>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-16365821452136026092010-06-23T20:48:00.002-05:002010-06-23T20:56:02.138-05:00Falling Lower3:00 p.m. I'm not happy unless I'm alone with you. I really can not stand my life anymore Ohio. I hate everyone and everything around me. The only time I feel any sense of peace is when I lock myself away from the world in complete darkness. Though that only lasts for so long before I begin to feel painfully alone until I hear from you. Honestly, I've thought of ending it all, one way or another. Dying is easy, living is hard. But I'm tired of "living" with you only being a thought or a voice behind a phone call. I don't care if its selfish of me. I need something physically tangible of an interaction to exist between us. I need to be able to hold you, kiss you, let you out of my arms only to realize how much that hurts and pull you back closer. I honestly don't know how much longer I can fake this smile or keep pretending I'm alright. <div><br /></div><div>My body can't keep up anymore with the pains of work. My mind has left me a long time ago. Talking to you is holding the last bit of sanity that really keeps me alive. Between not having the girl of my dreams and the ignorant individuals that parody around me daily, I don't see how I'll ever fit into this demented world. How I captured your heart, I don't know. I'm just beyond ecstatic to know I'm madly in love with you and you are in love with me; me, someone who honestly doesn't deserve anyone's time of day...</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-80236168708936231642010-06-16T23:12:00.003-05:002010-06-16T23:26:00.413-05:00The Small Moments In LifeYou never responded to my messages as to why my last post made you really sad? I'm sorry that it saddened you. Babe, I never want to know or see you cry. I apologize but those are just thoughts I've had. I want to be completely honest with you. I always have and always will. <div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Is this love that I'm feeling,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Is this the love, that I've been searching for</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Is this love, or am I dreaming</i></div><div><br /></div><div>I do all this so I can get to be with you faster. Start our life together. Never leaving each others arms. You are my heaven, my paradise on this unholy soil.</div><div><br /></div><div>4:30. I wish I was there right now, hearing your soft breaths as you sleep, the beautiful sound of your heart serenading me and warming my heart. Leaning in I'd kiss you softly as you stir. Then, as the night begins to disappear, your beautiful smile waking up the sun to shine upon us as we hold each other tight. Kissing your forehead then your nose, I'd tell you I love you, how beautiful you are, and how you mean the world to me; I'd kiss you softly back down till we are lying together basking in the morning sun, I'd know how lucky I am to have you in my life. Your heart beating its beautiful melody for me. My heart, belonging only to you. That is the morning I dream about. The morning I live for. To have those moments with you. For the rest of my... our life.</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3684938974315355462.post-21179581026851292382010-06-12T19:09:00.003-05:002010-06-12T19:21:16.133-05:00We Don't Have to Get Married... But I'm still In Love with YouThe Bearer of Bad News, as always. Ohio, just because I talked to the manager that I wanted out doesn't mean I'll be able to. They still need to find someone to replace me before I can stop doing overnights; until then I have to continue. Sadly this damnation can continue for months before anyone might be willing to go through this.<div><br /></div><div>Almost 2 a.m - 3 a.m. and you are awake messaging me. It is painful for me to know that even though I never wanted to hurt you, I am. I'm making you worry and stay up and it cuts through me slowly with a dull blade tipped with poison. I feel like poison who is just slowing going to eat at us both. It is already starting. I'm bringing you down and its hurting me to know that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hearing from you being up made me cry. God I miss you so much. This job keeps me from you. I can't stop crying. It hurts to leave you. If this paper were to make it to your hands, you'd see where the words are smudged and ran with my tears. Is it weak of me to cry? How can I not when I can't hold and kiss the woman of my dreams. the one and only. My beautiful wife. I hate these words, but forgive me for speaking these daggers that cut so deeply into you... Yet again I have to leave you. As I try to hold down my tears once more. My love, I'd be completely devastated if you left. I don't believe, honestly, I could live. Nothing would seem beautiful to me. Everything would be dead to me, just how my life was before your beautiful smile and true love entered my non-existing life.</div>#7http://www.blogger.com/profile/02196477656104694721noreply@blogger.com0