cor3y wrote:...and I was at the MB concert too. Took my sister to Philly for shopping and the concert for her 16th birthday. Can't say I did it ONLY for her tho =P I love Michelle. She's perfect.
meeting and being friends with a celebrity are two totally different things
if that were the case I could say I'm friends with Wayne Gretzky and Bobby Orr and Gordie Howe
I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
I can't wait until the day schools are over-funded and the military is forced to hold bake sales to buy planes.
"It's a great thing when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself. Makes you wonder what else you can do that you've forgotten about"
is the H-E-B logo on the back of that shirt bethany? i'm expecting to see it and die laughing.
Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.
Nobody's gonna miss me, no tears will fall, no ones gonna weap, when i hit that road. my boots are broken my brain is sore, fer keepin' up with thier little world, i got a heavy load. gonna leave 'em all just like before, i'm big city bound, your always 17 in your hometown
My friend is friends with Derek Grant, the drummer for Alkaline Trio and former drummer of the Suicide Machines and The Vandals. Yeah, the girl and I have become closer friends since I found out about that. I wish some one from my high school would become famous, so I could say I knew him.
My dad is friends with Mickey Redmond, the "voice" of the Detroit Red Wings, and that bastard still hasn't invited me to sit in on a Red Wings practice damnit.
I faced death. I went in with my arms swinging. But I heard my own breath and had to face that I'm still living. I'm still flesh. I hold on to awful feelings. I'm not dead... My chest still draws breath. I hold it. I'm buoyant. There's no end.