cervantes

first off: a lot of you sg girls are full of yourselves... bitches.or is it that sg has made you the bitches you are?

not all of you, some of you.. very sweet. ive enjoyed your conversation, more than your drool worthy body's




the price of the democratic way of life is a growing appreciation of peoples differences, not merely as tolerable, but as the essence of a rich and rewarding human experience

i forget who said that...
why
why post journal entrys
if you dont want honest feedback?
yourlife is your choices
open your eyes!
its the life you choose,
the life you lead
and there is only one guarantee
its outcome in the end is up to you...

i wonder if im making any sense?
is there a point to this?
i dunno...
ill just log this in as a rant......



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this will be my last entry until next month... computer problems ihave no control over.



but ill still be on msn
im cooler than a polar_bears_toenails@hotmail.com






its rainning... again.... blah
Soulcalibur time
but 1st. i leave you with a poem.





she must be an angel*


Do my eyes decieve me?
Does my heart tell me lies?
Did my ears forsake me?
Another sigh.
She came without warning, but not a second late.

I think shes an angel........

slow down... No woman is this great.

You should have seen that smile,mistook it for the sun.
She makes even defeat, feel like something I won
A simple hug she shared, and my heart skipped three beats.

I think shes an angel...

Slow down... no woman is this sweet.

Whoever she is with...
Must be one lucky guy.
On occasioons I pretend to be him, but my heart neve lies.
I hope he completes her, the way she completes me.

I think shes an angel .

That now I clearly see.