Nicole Lynn Bair, Sugarpop, fiance. You are my everything, my ambition, my arrogance, my heartbeat. Without you, I have no reason to live. Worse, without you, I revert back to the way I used to be. The whole month of July was a strain on our relationship, and that is my fault. I've lied to you, broken my promises to you, cheated on you, snorted Cocaine, almost snorted Heroin, and, worst of all, gave up on Verena Caden. Not enough words could describe how much I regret everything or how much I'm sorry. August 8th, 1:31am, I broke up with you. Less than an hour later, you took me back. You'll never understand how much I appreciate you taking me back, how much I appreciate what we have, how much I appreciate you. I am forever indebted to this third chance. I stare at our picture under the arbor in my backyard every chance I get. I buy Fritos Twists and coffee every other day because it reminds me of you. When I smoke, I either smoke on the bench or on the swing in my backyard because that is where we used to smoke. When I shower, I use the duckey towel because it is the one we used. I don't do my hair anymore because you like it better when you can run your fingers through it. When I sleep over at someone's house or someone sleeps here, I don't sleep with them because they're not you. Every chance I get, I sleep on the loveseat because that is the first place we slept together. Ever since August 8th, I can finally lay in my bed again, the bed where we've slept together more than once, the place we last fell asleep together in my house. Ever since August 8th, I can finally read your letter again. Ever since August 8th, I put our picture back on the wall. I love you with everything I am, and everything I possibly could be. No matter what has happened to us, and what could happen to us, I never have and never will love you any less. You are my everything, and I will spend the rest of my life with you. You, and only you.
Jodie Lynne King.
This is my best friend forever. She's beautiful. She's hard. And she's a real-life Protoman. She flatters me like whoa. We're there for each other like chicken on waffles. She has taken over my mind, my body, and my heart.
Local: Pretty much every band. Rosematter, Safari So Good, Bury the Masses, and 27 Lights are the best.
National: Tool. A Perfect Circle. Mindless Self Indulgence. Rage Against the Machine. Jane's Addiction. Flogging Molly. The Clash. The Used.
Concerts:
Offspring.
Disturbed.
Kill Hannah.
Mindless Self Indulgence.
Buckcherry.
Papa Roach.
Hinder.
Kottonmouth Kings.
Big B.
Dirtball.
Gangs of New York. SLC Punk. Sid and Nancy. The Nightmare Before Christmas. Last Samuri. Corpse Bride. Disney movies.