The streets were wet, and the gate was locked so I jumped it, and let you inAnd you stood at the door with your hands on my waist...And you kissed me like you meant it And I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it

oooo baby baby...

its that time of year agian..with a light breeze..
and all you need is a light jacket...the chilly crisp air...
that wonderful crisp smell...

*the beautiful colors of the trees*

....there once was this little girl with brown curly hair she would wait for this season all year long and when it came she would sit out in the leaves and play in them without a care in the world..she wouldn't have to worry or think about ne thing...well she might be sad about the beautiful leaves leaving but thats it..i mean honestly thats nothing to worry about....

sometimes i wish i was more like her.....

CHANGE SUCKS!!!!




man oh man does change stink..