A little pang of nostalgia strikes unexpectedly. You used to have it so good -- or did you? Once this mood wears off, reexamine whatever it is you think you miss. Your conclusions might surprise you.
Alright, so i was getting on to write a blog about a friend of mine from HS that just called me about an hour ago. {Jeremiah} He's the sweetest guy i've EVER known... when I read my scopy and saw the nostalgia strike part... So tonight at midnight (NC) I will be in The Hidden Temple lounge and I have to say that the first songs are for my Jeremiah... yeppers that's right MY Jeremiah... {he knows it, accepts it, & acknowledges it}
So 2night for him it's
Dust onthe Bottle for the roadtrips back in High School, and Jeremiah was a bullforg... ;)
LOVE YOU BABES!!
