Sunday, December 21, 2008
Well, hey. I'm already boring.
I don't know what to write in this now that I have it. Maybe I just think that it looks pretty and I want to stare at it, but I don't want to ruin it. Oh, well. My words ruin everything, anyway.
I'll leave you with a song.
I wanna make you smile,
Whenever you're sad.
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad.
All I wanna do,
Is grow old with you.
9:24 PM