Miss Gray

I'm finally getting my sewing machine out of storage. I found someone to fly kites with. I have a reason to write again. None of the songs that I do write are about unrequited love. I have two functional guitars. I write songs (no longer about unrequited love)with mainly my Martin, Desmond. I still love puppies. And "All Dogs Go To Heaven." And Darkwing Duck. And more than anything, my family. I miss Mr. Warren's Government class. I loathed high school. It feels like a dream...nah...a nightmare. I ignore people who pretend that they play instruments to be cool. I still hate it when the mailman is late. Sean who? Per what? I realized he's suffering from a not-so-rare disease called stupidity. I love to laugh. If you catch me off guard, you'll hear one of four rare laughs. I love the rain. And dancing in the rain. And wringing out my hair after dancing in the rain. Grown ups don't like to dance in the rain, but who needs grown ups? I love sand castles. But not building sand castles. Unless I’m in the companionship of a Master Sand Castle Builder. I love romance. And soft blue eyes gazing into mine. And side smiles that were intended for only me. And holding hands with Him. I fear that I am in love with love. I find that I'm falling more in love with being in love everyday. I enj oy a dd ing e xt ra spa ces w h ere th ey ou ght n ot be . And most importantly, I love to rebel against the constricting restraints set forth by "grammer," and enjoy writing incomplete sentences without structure...in order to annoy my past English teachers. This is my lot in life...It's not a lot...but it's my lot...
On a lighter note (and by "lighter note," I'm am not refering to a "D" note, even though I find them to be light and fluffy and I appreciate how well they go together with A minors), I'm your average 5 ft. 8 in. dork (not that 5 ft. 8 in. dorks are any different than dorks of other heights...I'm just quite proud of my hard earned 68 inches and would like everyone to know that I am 5' 8'' and NOT 5' 05'' like many people assume).
I'm a believer in God and his only son, Jesus Christ. I believe in his unfaltering and eternal love for us. I believe without God there would be no good in this world, he is our only hope. I fail. A lot. At everything. I backslide. I'm not proud of it. But I'm trying. Christ has never left me and I have no reason to think that he ever will.
Verse of The Decade:
"Her children rise up and call her blessed. Her husband also and he praises her, 'Many women have done well, but you excel them all.'" Proverbs 31: 28, 29
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