Another late night...something. |
Your name is there within every word I speak.A ghost only to my memory, playing hide and seek.If the only way youll talk to me is in my dreams,Then I dont ever want to wake.Your contempt for me I un...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Nov 2009 22:40:00 GMT |
Hangers: Word of the Day. |
Setting: Sunday, February 1st, 2009. Below freezing outside, and snow blankets the suburban neighborhood where Andy lives. It is Superbowl day, and I am at Andy's house with Austin, Zack, Zach, and An...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Feb 2009 16:44:00 GMT |
