tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-97636832011-04-21T10:48:49.591-07:00Yes Friends, 1 is just a number, so while you're alone sitting in front of the tv eating your Cheetos, be comforted with the fact that there is someone out there more pathetic than you, Read this and feel instantly better DWSmilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076969238782275328noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763683.post-1104376879954105182004-12-29T22:18:00.000-08:002004-12-29T19:21:19.956-08:00<div align="center"><strong>We</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Her and Me</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>And him and she</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>our lives are all so funny...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>We,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>And Him and I</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>and her and thy-</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>self...We take our turns</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>but why?</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Us and they,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>(We cannot say)</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Are not decided</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>for today</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>And them and me,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>and I he,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>our lives are all so funny...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>We</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9763683-110437687995410518?l=1istheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DWSmilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076969238782275328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763683.post-1103939092587867392004-12-24T20:45:00.000-08:002004-12-24T17:44:52.586-08:00 Christmas is here and I'm ready for everything, I've got my gifts wrapped, my tree, my tv, my flamethower, my candy canes, my grandma resistant suit, and of course my santa trap. That rosy cheeked <a href="mailto:!@#$%er">!@#$%er</a> keeps escaping my grasps... Anyway I'm really very indifferent this holiday season and I wish everyone a happy one.... not that anyone is reading this <br /> <br /> I'm depressed again. <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9763683-110393909258786739?l=1istheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DWSmilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076969238782275328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9763683.post-1103860560401481092004-12-23T22:52:00.000-08:002004-12-23T19:57:07.946-08:00<span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong>To a Mailbox:</strong> <br /><strong></strong> <br />Shh! dear mailbox, <br />thine secret must be kept, <br />for twas not my fault, <br />an accident except- <br />if my kin were to findyou at this odd degree, <br />it would not be so hard to climb <br />and place the blame on me. <br />So Mailbox stand up tall! <br />Thine burden must be borne. <br />To help conceal a tiny lie <br />your silence must be sworn. <br />-J <br />O. k. I know that was a weird way to start, however a poem about me running over my own mailbox is classic...right? Right?</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9763683-110386056040148109?l=1istheloneliestnumber.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DWSmilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06076969238782275328noreply@blogger.com1