tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-145495992011-04-21T18:51:31.115-07:00Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113695877621790587noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14549599.post-1141180734595991452006-02-28T18:38:00.000-08:002006-02-28T18:38:54.610-08:00so i remembered that i had this gay thing....so...im back maybe if you know im here you should find me and help me learn how to use it<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14549599-114118073459599145?l=yesterdayisnomore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113695877621790587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14549599.post-1122094082751158692005-07-22T21:39:00.000-07:002005-07-22T21:48:02.756-07:00so has anyone ever pan handled? beacause me and cody did it today in old sacramento. we both made 9 bucks. what do you think of that. ill tell you what i think. it's pretty dang sweet. that may be my new profession. that's right.....pan handling.<br /><br />sub question-<br /> anyone ever experience "sightings" if you will, or instances, or scenarios, or whatever that reminds you of someone? let me tell you......for an hour and a half straight today on several occasions did that happen to me. coinsidence or sign? im not really sure.<br /><br />sub question-<br /> why is it that you can be so ridiculously in love with someone but they aren't with you? my thoughts.......because nothing ever works out the way you want it. realize this and life will be made simple. thats it. get over it. because nothing you do or say to "the one" will matter until they decide that you are too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14549599-112209408275115869?l=yesterdayisnomore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113695877621790587noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14549599.post-1122011844556069752005-07-21T22:54:00.000-07:002005-07-21T22:57:24.560-07:00you raised my cross<br />you dug the ditch<br />where i crashed my car<br />you sharpened the knife<br />you locked the door<br />to my flooding house<br />you loaded the empty gun<br />you tied my noose<br />you're the reason<br />that i'm a slave<br />it's all your fault<br />you dug my grave<br /><br />you tied my noose<br />you dug my grave<br />everytime you speak<br />i die inside<br />because every single word<br />was never true anyway<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14549599-112201184455606975?l=yesterdayisnomore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113695877621790587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14549599.post-1121914884124605632005-07-20T19:57:00.000-07:002005-07-20T20:01:24.126-07:00i gaze into the mirror<br />and interpret only grief<br />i stand, scared and alone<br />another victim of love's thief<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14549599-112191488412460563?l=yesterdayisnomore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113695877621790587noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14549599.post-1121855682971260642005-07-20T03:32:00.000-07:002005-07-20T03:34:42.973-07:00sittin in sac at cody's and jeff's place and all i can think about is her.......why do girls have such a power over you that you can't even control your thoughts? also why do girls choose to break your heart over and over and over again when they know good and well what they are doing? i'll tell you why.......because they aren't nice<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14549599-112185568297126064?l=yesterdayisnomore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113695877621790587noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14549599.post-1121576583453415792005-07-16T21:57:00.000-07:002005-07-16T22:04:31.233-07:00i left your house that night with a broken heart<br />and prayed it wouldnt end like this<br />you said to me we could never be<br />you said to me we could never ever be<br /><br />im sorry for giving you my heart and my soul<br />im sorry for the time i said you were beautiful<br />im sorry for the prmises you made to me<br />apparently true love can fade away<br /><br />i try my best to pick the pieces up<br />but the harder i try the more broken i become<br />you said to me we could never be<br />you said to me we could never ever be<br /><br />im sorry for giving you my heart and my soul<br />im sorry for the time i said you were beautiful<br />im sorry for the promises you made to me<br />apparently true love can fade away<br /><br />you said to me we could never be<br />you said to me we could never ever be<br /><br />i didnt ask for this<br />i didnt deserve this<br />i gave you everything i had<br />i treated you so well<br />you loved me, well,<br />maybe you never ever did<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14549599-112157658345341579?l=yesterdayisnomore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Leehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08113695877621790587noreply@blogger.com1