tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94667141033562355.post9065487914571614979..comments2018-02-07T22:01:03.353-08:00Comments on Bored: Yeh!!Ringohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05874681082358900525noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94667141033562355.post-61285253816124689232008-12-09T10:05:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:05:00.000-08:00Just saying hey.Just saying hey.Angeline Rose Larimerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058615711696995128noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94667141033562355.post-66333016281453759422008-12-01T09:26:00.000-08:002008-12-01T09:26:00.000-08:00Hello, Devin. Let me begin by saying that I am a f...Hello, Devin. Let me begin by saying that I am a friend of your mother’s and your aunt Lori. They are very special people. And I know that you are a very special too. I grew up in some of the worst chaos possible and coupled with the loss of my father when I was young, this made me a man closed off to the world, a high-class thug without emotions. Now I haven’t much money or “power.” But now I have real power, the power of expression. I have set myself free. True. Most dudes do not share their feelings. But it is a way to set them free (in your own time, of course) They never leave you. Oh no. But they breathe. I suffocated my feelings for over 15 years. But, in time, it is best to let them breathe. Enough of that, we just met. But . . . . <BR/><BR/>Oh. A memory that your post sparked. When I was 14, I skated down a monster hill and doing fine till I was at the bottom, and some cinders caused me to crash, that right road rash. I lifted up my shirt to see where the blood was coming from, and I saw my left nipple nearly tore completely off. I ran all the way home carrying my board. <BR/><BR/>I will be checking back in with you, if that’s okay. And trust me, if you’d rather me not, I’d completely understand. <BR/><BR/>I am honored to know you.Sir James Eric Watkinshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08439184492064693110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94667141033562355.post-85358364421724194262008-11-30T11:14:00.000-08:002008-11-30T11:14:00.000-08:00And he was honey, he was the damned COOLEST guy an...And he was honey, he was the damned COOLEST guy anyone would ever meet. 'nuff said.fineartisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03004913358409783650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94667141033562355.post-44866709787329549692008-11-30T11:12:00.000-08:002008-11-30T11:12:00.000-08:00I just got up at 1:00 pm this afternoon, somebody ...I just got up at 1:00 pm this afternoon, somebody had me on the phone till 2:30 in the morning, heh, but, yeah I would have been up anyway because I tend to do that, rattle around at all hours in the wee morning if I don't have to work the next day. What's up with that?<BR/><BR/>But that's way enough about me, I'm glad that you appreciate your life, not all kids do, and I love that you work hard and play hard too, that you understand that there's a balance that has to be achieved in life in order for it to flow smoothly.<BR/><BR/>You have always been crazy about animals even when you were very small, we'd find you curled up around Tipi a lot with you head laying on her or right next to hers...So sweet.<BR/><BR/>I look forward to reading you stories, I really wanna see into your head some, heh, yeah I'm a nosy old aunt.<BR/><BR/>I hope your arm is better this morning, dang it. And stop hurting yourself dude.<BR/><BR/>Ashley is a sweetie, I love her, but that doesn't mean that you have to stay involved in that way just because I love her, nope. We all have to do what we have to do, that's the way life is meant to be.<BR/><BR/>lub you bubba, <BR/>aunt Lorifineartisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03004913358409783650noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94667141033562355.post-4529821775690002462008-11-29T23:29:00.000-08:002008-11-29T23:29:00.000-08:00You rock, except the luging down rollercoaster hil...You rock, except the luging down rollercoaster hill. Ahhhhbeckyboophttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17663633663224962767noreply@blogger.com