tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21771706535452509022011-04-21T23:27:39.221-04:00But a warm bed is as good as it gets Let’s settle down and have a couple of kids And do like your parents did, Or we can roll on, roll on, roll onchristina elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744290154993314069noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177170653545250902.post-39048241622768190322008-10-06T00:22:00.002-04:002008-10-06T00:29:00.483-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOmS_T0HXXI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y5nD_9wN8K4/s1600-h/flowerbaby.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOmS_T0HXXI/AAAAAAAAABE/Y5nD_9wN8K4/s320/flowerbaby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253892056652668274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I would do anything to be able to hand you that flower. It is such a small gesture, but a gesture that I haven't been able to make in nearly ten years. I just want to see you. I want to smell you. I want to make sure that you think I am doing the right things, that I am making the right choices. I want you to meet the man I am so insanely in love with. I want to get your blessing. I want to be able to call you everyday. I just want the hurt of all of the things I can't say to you, I can't do with you, to go away. I am worried that overtime I will lose all memories of you, as I have already started to lose a lot. That scares me more than anything. I miss you so much.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177170653545250902-3904824162276819032?l=thestarstheskyandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>christina elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744290154993314069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177170653545250902.post-19135125831499420262008-10-03T13:28:00.004-04:002008-10-03T13:33:25.129-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOZWz1VwaGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K5yrXY_Vugw/s1600-h/hand-in-heart-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOZWz1VwaGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/K5yrXY_Vugw/s320/hand-in-heart-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252981463865911394" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Loving life<br />and its mysterious source<br />with all our heart<br />and all our spirit,<br />all our senses and strength,<br />we take upon ourselves<br />and into ourselves<br />these promises:<br />to care for the earth<br />and those who live upon it,<br />to pursue justice and peace,<br />to love with kindness and compassion.<br />We will teach this to our children<br />throughout the passage of the day --<br />as we dwell in our homes<br />and as we go on our journeys,<br />from the time we rise<br />until we fall asleep.<br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177170653545250902-1913512583149942026?l=thestarstheskyandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>christina elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744290154993314069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177170653545250902.post-90142268546385271822008-09-29T16:01:00.003-04:002008-09-29T16:03:50.523-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOE0YiCkPyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z4A6aR0kTQY/s1600-h/obama+and+biden.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOE0YiCkPyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Z4A6aR0kTQY/s320/obama+and+biden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251536236549783330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOE0YtlU9GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sMJ87VOy1YI/s1600-h/obama.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOE0YtlU9GI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sMJ87VOy1YI/s320/obama.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251536239648371810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOE0Yry4RxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_dPFpwGIEN8/s1600-h/biden.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SOE0Yry4RxI/AAAAAAAAAA0/_dPFpwGIEN8/s320/biden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251536239168341778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Went to the Obama rally at the train depot downtown. It was fucking incredible. This man is MY next president. Register to vote if you haven't already, whether you are Republican, Democratic, or in a third party.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177170653545250902-9014226854638527182?l=thestarstheskyandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>christina elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744290154993314069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2177170653545250902.post-30855093857249408882008-09-26T14:00:00.003-04:002008-09-26T14:11:11.708-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SN0lQ4OMtaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u-Xyv6Obh4c/s1600-h/Rainy_Days_by_r2trashcan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vi0dGaonyQM/SN0lQ4OMtaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/u-Xyv6Obh4c/s320/Rainy_Days_by_r2trashcan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250393712483939746" border="0" /></a>It has been pouring rain all day today. Rainy days always put me in a bad mood. I am supposed to get my bike today, but what is the point with all of this rain.<br /><br />I just found out that my friend got in his first car accident today.<br /><br />Rain, rain, go away.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2177170653545250902-3085509385724940888?l=thestarstheskyandyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>christina elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03744290154993314069noreply@blogger.com0