| Some days are Aces, some days are faces, some days are two's and three's
Here is the rub: I just feel like xanga-ing. I don't know. Maybe the thrill will vanish quickly when I realize no one reads xanga anymore.
Or do they?
It doesn't matter, per se. The last time I updated this thing I was in the midst of a 'red-lot like affair' in which I stopped recognizing myself and my own inner monologue and in turn paid a hefty price for forgetting my well-planned stipulations for human interaction. Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids.
It doesn't matter anymore, however. Each day teaches something else, and a year ago, I was coming out of a horrific autumn, and into what I thought was a nice spring. And actually, it was a GREAT spring. A great summer.
but for different reasons than I imagined in February. It's funny how life turns out different, and you can't spot it, but you can look back and follow it later. And upon following it, you realize that the connection of humans is not always nice, and the nice connection of humans is not necessarily romantic in nature.
Thank you Lord.
and the nice romantic interaction of humans is not always grand gestures, sometimes it is sitting nervously next to someone during a midnight movie.
sometimes it's being bold and handing out 7 numbers scribbled on a yellow slip of paper.
Anyway, it's just nice to update once in a while and it's just nice to get back to the beginnings, like seeing Jim at Cambridge House last night and finding myself in a wave of nostalgia (xanga style). He didn't talk to me nor I to him, but if Amanda and I could have stood in front of him and be called "those girls" again I think it would be a nice cap off to our career as single ladies out on the town. Looking for the boy who liked her pants...the boy who should be thanked, actually, for starting it all.
Good times, but better times await!
Until next time,
Frodo, don't wear the ring.
Love,
Samantha
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| Jane says: I'm done with Sergio oh lovely word art. Pure and romantic... Janga says: Welcome Back! and I say, thank you. I forgot how fun it was to mix in a lil' of this and a spot of that. So. In honor of jangaxanga: A Poem.
(Amanda, I still get a secret thrill when pressing shift/enter and remember the discovery you made) oh sweet bliss, what can I say
but to update every day
brings back one memory or two
that makes me wonder what I'd do if 'tweren't for the power under my hands
to bind the past like rubber bands
and keep it close into my chest
because it is xanga I do love best ....Fin.... Let's be honest, I've lost my ability since Frisky. but oh well.
Spring Break is almost here... and so is Fudgie. The. Whale. sa
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a p.s...I'm old skool with the HTML...when did xanga get a toolbar??? makes me wonder why I left for so long... |
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I got my martian wish
I guess I shouldn't use the internet for private investigation.
I'm not a loser, I just play one on tv.
I decided what I'm going to do with my future. Headphones. Microphones. Home phones.
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double your pleasure, double your fun, it's the statement of the great mint--double mint gum
woo hoo.
Whats better than one baby? TWO babies.
Jack and Gabe. lil' twinnies. cutest lil' twinnies since...ever. haha.
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Now that it's raining more than ever
I love all my friends and family. I don't know how to express that enough. But I am here for you all, anytime you need me. And I love you.
I just want to shout it from the rooftops.
Ok?
I just wanted you all to know that.
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