Tuesday morning
I remember stormy weather
The way the sky looks when it's cold And you were with me Content with walking So unaware of the world Walking on air
My name is CELESTE.Also known as celly/celeteeeee/
marshmellow One-horse town
Passenger seats
The driveway
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yellow ribbon project;
Posted on: Tuesday, June 24, 2008
yeap, second chances are given.Posted at: 10:55 PM nothing's the same after, though. may not be the same boss you work for, its a different life, duh. -------------------------------------------------------- there are so many things i'd like to blog about, but sometimes, blogs are so dangerous. haha, ohh, bet you're all trying to guess what i wanna blog about, fat hope, none of you'd ever guess this. ever took drugs? (no, i dont do drugs, COMEON!) but this feels like an addiction. not something i cant live without, but something that i'd rather live with. okay, so its a little difficult to explain. its something i'd want to be kept secret, but yet i'm bursting to tell someone. its like hershey's chocolate kisses, small chocolate kisses, that taste SO GOOOOD. haha. chocolate. my addiction. yeah. *gasp* TSK, what were you thinking? (bet you'll thinking, there's gotta be a hidden meaning) *shrugs shoulders* if you say so. sunday,monday,tuesday. i've had hershey's. i'm totally gonna grow fat! HAHA, SEE ALL OF YOU SOON. celeste is gonna sleep now :) behind the brown bush, under the tree; |