| The Marriage of
Emily Margaret Stearns
to
Andrew Thomas Newton
July Sixteenth, Two-Thousand and Five
Memphis, Tennessee
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| W.O.W.
not enough superlatives in my vocabulary to express this weekend.
on the plane, i was a nervous wreck--complete with clammy hands and intestinal dialogue--but once i arrived, i felt at home in memphis and got everything straightened out for school next semester.
did i mention that i am head-over-heels about emily??
xoxo
i keep your picture in my pocket
in the one closest to my heart
cuz i know that lovin' me ain't easy--
mama says it's an art |
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| went to work all last week.
going to go to work all this week.
went shopping yesterday with matt apathy.
going to strutt my stuff with all the shirts we got for 5 bucks.
went nuts practicing guitar just now.
going to do my audition at visible school on Friday.
went to get my babymama's birthday present yesterday.
going to go insane anticipating seeing her this weekend!!
i'm out---like yellow flowers falling from dying hands--
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| thanx for all the compliments on my new ink. i'll prolly get sumpin else before school starts, so i'll keep everyone posted.
because i know that you are waiting like rabid dogs to see just what i do next.
right.
this morning was the last service at our church. our priest is leaving, as well as most of the congregation. what an akward situation. it was emotional for everyone else but me. i think my emotions are out of whack in that aspect...i'm waaaay over-emotional on other stuff like friendships, but i just feel apathetic when it comes to places and seasons concluding in my life.
sigh.
i just don't care.
not about that, necessarily, but on all this non-essential trappings in life. SIMPLIFY. i'm still reeling over a couple of conversations last night with my friend reba and jeff from high school at the beer tent.
good stuff.
the conversations, that is.
--and the bicardi.
we're kinda like pirates; we always want more
and we're sorta like pilots, always yearning to soar |
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new tatt |
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