Forgotten Flowers

Which makes me a pretty bad person. I recieve a beautiful gift, and what do I do? Forget it, as if it doesn't matter to me. I know, I know, don't think about it, but as I sit here, waiting to traverse to school (late, of course, I have some sort of cough that kept me awake all night) I can't help it. I also apologize for sorta...breaking down a little and crying about my Dad. I should be happy for him. And I am. I'm just high on extra levels of estrogen, is all. Thanks to everybody for putting up with me ^_^.
Okay, Kari, when you read this, gimme a call. I miss you, girl! I wanna have a good ol' fashioned lady slumber party, with ice cream and jammies and slippers and a good movie and popcorn and drinks and warm snuggly blankets and hot lesbian wild animal se-I mean...pie...

Musical Quote of the Day

"Cover the madness
Cover the fear
No one will ever
Know you were here"

-October Project Title: Bury My Lovely