joanita, i need you now. you said we're under the same sky, and i miss you more.so much has come our way. how do you feel sitting next to someone sobbing over the miseries, that to us, are really nothing? i've used up every ounce of energy to be there for people i can never seem to understand, their miseries that to me, i would kill to have and flood them with mine in exchange. i need your balcony, and that antique bottle of dry gin, laced with freshly plucked lime. and rotten smokes. i need to talk about the leeches, and see the boys in your wig collection. aunt laura looks peaceful in that sarong, and the chicks named after the gang. erdi eats, jon humps.. jo lays eggs? i can't remember, but i know it was all good, when we shoved our worries into a little compartment, and live life the way it should be lived. and jackie! where has he gone to? the one we feared, then loved as a big brother.. oh and my patio, where you, jon, titi and i sat on my birthday and stared at the stars, cos the boys lost to connie in that ps soccer game. and that 6 pack we hid under my bed and didnt finish it anyway.. (sorry mummy! hehe)..and of course, that trip of possessed sheep, fast horses, sandflies, doner kebabs, monkey pub, its getting hot in herre!till i see you again, and have a sarong sleepover party with mini baileys, and indian poker. goodnight lurve.
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