Deezil.us

Ha.

[03:17:45 PM] deezil: go lookee my blog. I think I found a theme I like more.
[03:18:07 PM] Ally oh sweet
[03:18:42 PM] Ally: yes!
[03:18:47 PM] Ally: 80000 tiems easier to read
[03:18:49 PM] deezil: you likey?
[03:18:55 PM] Ally: now, if only nichole would stop changing hers
[03:18:56 PM] Ally: i do!
[03:19:00 PM] deezil: lol
[03:19:07 PM] deezil: she changes hers like she changes her panties.
[03:19:14 PM] Ally: or more frequently
[03:19:19 PM] deezil: ewwwwwwwwww

Nichole, we love you. Hope you can see well enough to read this, and don’t take to much offense to it.
xoxoxoxoxo

Strike That.

Reverse it.

Moxious.

Yes. An update. How stunning.

There’s not much to say. Really. But I could wax on poetic about everything that has happened. So, the thing is, where to start?

As always, with my heart.

Why the heart Daniel?!?!, I hear you cry as you read the previous sentence. The reason: it’s because the heart is always worn on the sleeve. The outermost shell to which anyone sees. When you look at me, you look at my heart. I’m giving you my heart as soon as you come up to me. And while that is the most dangerous way to give it to you, it’s not only the only way I would want it, because when it finally pays off, the pay off is huge, but it’s the only way I know how to give it.
So, what have I done with that heart lately?

Well, I’ve realized that people do actually enjoy being enveloped in it. There are some who are finally coming around to the realization that things with me wouldn’t be that bad. And for that person, I think that when you figure out what you want, you’ll figure out much more than that. And when you call, I’ll hear it in your voice, and feel it in your soul. Until then, I pick up the phone waiting to hear just that.

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My heart feels so strongly any more.  It’s hard to continue on because of it some days.  But some of those bright bright nights in the dark talking about everything.  Those are the times that allow me to plow on.  And it lifts my heart.  Lets me feel once again.

Mmmmm.  Feeling.  Tastes like fruit dip.

Nine-eleven

I was in AP US History with my bastard of a teacher named David Hibbard. It was the end of the block and Mr. Underwood came in from next door and told us what was happening. Hibbard told us to mark this day on our calendars as one that no one will forget. It’s the only fully true, unbiased, and real thing he ever said.

Go hug someone you love today. And be glad that we’re still able to do it.