- Katherine: ...it doesn't look good. Oh well shit happens. Life goes on lol.
- Carlos: Shit happens and you die lol
- Katherine: Lol well I hope not yet, maybe when I've done everything that I could possibly think of
- Carlos: I prefer to do the thing I haven't thought of =]
- Katherine: Oooo your a smart one ^_^
- Carlos: I try
- Katherine: This convo is going on my blog lol well just that little part
- Carlos: Lol oh no... Call me Sylar =)
- Katherine: Lol nopeeee
- Carlos: Why must you use my forreals name? How about charles?
- Katherine: Lol noooooooooooooooooooooo
- Carlos: Meanie =(
- Katherine: Haha no it's out of love, I mean you call me katherine so I call you carlos
- Carlos: Good point, I call you katy u call me charly
- Katherine: Lol nope not gonna work
- Carlos: Wat you want me to call you so you can cal me charly
- Katherine: I will not call you charly even if you call me princess
- Carlos: Lol ccome on princess ;)
April 2009
Come connect with me
you’ll see
I’m the one you need
need?
yea that’s funny
no one is in need of someones companionship
they might thrive or want, but no need
no need for me to be there
no need for stress
just express, my crush
don’t rush, hun
I’m not ready to jump, hun
Leap an inch
that’s as far as I go
your some kind of special
who knows
you might be worth seeing for
you might just be another man whore.
In society it’s percieved that all control is contributed to a relationship rather than the friendship that will always substain at the end of the day. - katherine Elizabeth
Away message:: With eyes shut it’s you i’m thinking of (Guest, 2009).
When I have my eyes shut I always think of Ronald Mcdonalds purple friend (Pereira, one second later).
Mariah Carey, Without You.
“I am not drunk, I’m upset …and drunk.”
I’m naked
I’m numb
I’m stupid
I’m staying
And if Cupid’s got a gun, then he’s shootin’
Lights black; heads bang
You’re my drug
We live it
You’re drunk, you need it
Real love, I’ll give it
So we’re bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts
You wasted your times
On my heart
You’ve burned
And if bridges gotta fall, then you’ll fall, too
Doors slam
Lights black
You’re gone
Come back
Stay gone
Stay clean
I need you to need me
So we’re bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts
Now we’re bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts
I never forget a face, but in your case I’ll be glad to make an exception.
I really want to find someone rare, someone unique, someone random, someone wierd, someone who isn’t afraid to express themself, someone who isn’t afraid to scream I love you to the world, someone who can keep up with me and not get tired at the end of the day, but say, “what’s next?”. He is an jade in a pool of diamonds. Who is he?
Suffer, suffer, steal away the little emerald that contributes to the impulses of thy trembeling heart,
That of which will penetrate the circuit of the flickering light bulb staying dormant in thy mind.
That of which can compare the flimsiness of an untrained dancer’s stepping stones to the artistic values of a simple woman writing all that she can do better.
That of which sees the world as not what it is, but how it could be.
That of which wonders if the next day glows upon thy face or storms on thy pate.
Why?
Well, why not?
It’s funny how our social class of people have put it in everyones’ minds that the only way a girl and a guy can be friends is if there is something sexual going on. Wow, you cop from last night, have opened my eyes to see how this generation has become. There is no growth in people, only in technology. A world of small minded human beings has me in astonishment…
:bursts out in laughter: Neh who am I kidding, I knew this already; I just needed someone to reinforce my thoughts. Why thank you stranger with a badge.
We had it all, they’ve seen
Hopes of nothing could ever come between
Hopes that our core, our well being, our infinite judgment of completeness was just fine
We intertwined
No
Not Again
You act like we never had something
Like what we had was just some thing, a fling
An unintentional worship of ones body and soul
No
Not again
You said it was forever
I didn’t know forever meant never
No
Not again
Your a typical disappointment my friend,
Yes
Yet again.
Boys and girls in America have such a sad time together; sophistication demands that they submit to sex immediately without proper preliminary talk. Not courting talk- real straight talk about souls, for life is holy and every moment is precious.
Love poems and/or quotes are just so over-rated.
You eyes are like crystals in a pool of the moon’s craters. Our souls commingle when the heart catches the same beat. The burning flames of your fungus deceased the septum in thy nose (Laughs inside; that was a good one i just made up).
Yes, like I said, lame.
You know, actually further talking to the ‘dicks and asses’ you have already percieved these people as, makes you take a giant leap backwards for a new analysis. Then you stand there, just right there in the desolates of the hallway, and think, wow, they’re not that bad.
How would life be if you were the only one who existed? How is it that appereance is more important than intelligence? How is that someone call you their bestfriend, but never know the true meaning of said ‘bestfriend’? How is it that you can try your hardest and never get anywhere; how is it that you don’t try at all and get everywhere?
To be continued …