Hmm...

Man, I must be getting good if I'm getting requests. Dang.

But tragically, I...don't know what to write. And how can this be as perfect as I want it to be if I have no idea what I'm doing? Besides, no matter how good or bad it is, she'll probably read it and just say "...thanks William."

Hmm...

There's this girl I know, whom I shan't name for her sake. We haven't known each other very long, but I like to think we have a bond of sorts. Enough of a bond for her to ask this of me and for me to comply, at least. But this isn't about me. This is about a girl I know who happens to be a nice ray of sunshine for at least one person and who probably won't like the fact that I called her such. But too bad for her. Because she is a ray of light. Not like those perky early birds that make you want to "accidentally" spill your hot coffee as you pass, but like...a genuine source of warmth and happiness...which fits her because she's always so happy. Words are failing me right now though...or maybe I'm failing them, and her. Hm...a poem to help clear my thoughts:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life would suck more
If I hadn't met you

A literary masterpiece, to be sure, but nothing is too good for her. Not granny panties, or a hot pink thong, or a bathing suit that really accentuates her skin tone (in a good way, lol), or even hot pink drum sticks. And especially not butt-you know.

Give me a "b"?

Keep in Touch

So, my best friend is moving.

doubleyou-tee-eff, right?

Writing this is more than a little bitter though. I mean, the two of us haven't really spoken much lately, through no fault of his. I admit I should have made time for him, and for that I apologize (and hope he reads this without my asking it).

But an apology is but a phrase, meaningless without action to support it. So here my fingers tread along this keyboard, trying to make up for lost time. What to do, what to do...is it enough to say you're one of a kind? Hm...probably not. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this.

More relevantly though, each time I've looked at your blog, I've noticed that the most recent date is April 30th. This is unacceptable. Just because our only conversation this year existed as waves in the hall does not mean you can slack off, mister. If all I can do is keep that on track, than that's what I'll do. And don't you dare call me a hypocrite for my lacking schedule of writing.

I sat down with a purpose, but it's not coming along very well...how problematic...this sucks.

This isn't coming out how I wanted it to, so I'll try to sum it up with a poem:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Don't forget us
'Cause we'll never forget you