Vegas...
Whenever I come here, I always think back to those days.
It still takes my breath away.
Whenever I come here, I always think back to those days.
It still takes my breath away.
This song kindda reminds me of those memories. Haha! "I'll be your baby, remember what you told me?" I can bet you all the money in the world that my first kiss was soo much better than yours ;] Then again, it's all about the last kiss. *Teehee, girl moment. I'm not bitter about what happened then, or what's happening now. Life's too short to not celebrate the good when I've already learned from the bad.
So anyway, I'm leaving for Sin City in about 4 hours. I need to pack. Shower. Make sure I have all my shoes and outfits in line. I've been SO nocturnal this summer. I've decided to try my hand at trying to get to a slot machine. I need the money for my grandma. LOL. If my dad isn't gonna help me at this point, God, please distract the security guards so I can win some big money big money. I'm serious. I won't share the reasons why I need the green right now, (haha, the green). But, hopefully... my plan works. I'd better not forget those falsies!
Check my neighbor's banana 70's Chevy Malibu, right outside my window. Haha, these are what I call blowjob cars. When it comes to classics, I'm more of a... Chevy Nova kindda girl myself ;] But of course, Mustangs and all sexy fastbacks are my ultimate favorites.
Oh, baby. Don't worry. I'll get you outta here. Just you wait. You're too sexy to let go, anyway.
I love you.
edit 8:31am
I'm thinking about guys again because summer brings new faces, temptations, and heartaches, if we're lucky to tell the tale. This morning I was talking to a new friend I made while I was packing (and found out I need a bigger suitcase -_-). I am inspired for his love of poetry. He reminds me of R, but his style is unique. Here's something he wrote for me on the spot. About me going to Las Vegas.
R wrote me that back on September 21. However, I ended up entering his poetic memory. (I picked the shortest poem I could salvage).
I started thinking back to one of my favorite books. What if a man lets a woman enter his poetic memory? According to the author, Milan Kundera, the poetic memory is the brain's ability to record what touches our hearts and makes our lives better, happier. Love begins when a woman enters her first word into a man's poetic memory. That could be a moment, her scent, the color of her eyes. A certain aspect of that significant other that is unreleasable and beautiful to behold, that makes your days brighter.
Thankfully, in R's case, I was able to enter it in a desperate time, for both of us. When we first met, we were both a hot mess all and in ourselves. An entire year passed by, and time changed, and so did the physical distance, but not the love shared between two friends. For a while, he became my poetry/rap buddy, but he pretty much outstaged me in everything. At times, it was romantic, but it was more compassionate, from one human being to another. Would I be interested in a relationship with him? If I was any other girl, yes, in a heartbeat. But I am who I am in his poetic memory, and he is and forever will be as he is in mine-- a person I love and care deeply for, but on more of a Godly level than anything romantic.
This was a year ago. I don't talk to him anymore, but only because we always have our own shit to get through. But when we do start talking again, it's like we never left that first night we met. That's how it is with me and MC and JG. I really miss all of them. Those three guys are my favorite pen pals ever, and it's been that way since 7th grade.
And not one of them resembled my dream guy. So don't trip.
J:
Days go by as u dream of the day.
The day of hot nice and night of beautiful lit signs
What aplace might this be but a town that never sleeps Las Vegas.
Don't alarm don't scream
You just won so much money in the town that never sleeps.
The day of hot nice and night of beautiful lit signs
What aplace might this be but a town that never sleeps Las Vegas.
Don't alarm don't scream
You just won so much money in the town that never sleeps.
R:
People often think of love as nothing more than a game
To the people who truely believe in it, puts their thoughts and and feelings to shame
Things that other people can never understand by they just say they do
But for those who understand they know the words,"i love you and i will never leave" ain't lies their true
The things that the children in the world are exposed to drugs and violence,
Turns turns their mind to wickedness and silence...
To the people who truely believe in it, puts their thoughts and and feelings to shame
Things that other people can never understand by they just say they do
But for those who understand they know the words,"i love you and i will never leave" ain't lies their true
The things that the children in the world are exposed to drugs and violence,
Turns turns their mind to wickedness and silence...
R wrote me that back on September 21. However, I ended up entering his poetic memory. (I picked the shortest poem I could salvage).
I started thinking back to one of my favorite books. What if a man lets a woman enter his poetic memory? According to the author, Milan Kundera, the poetic memory is the brain's ability to record what touches our hearts and makes our lives better, happier. Love begins when a woman enters her first word into a man's poetic memory. That could be a moment, her scent, the color of her eyes. A certain aspect of that significant other that is unreleasable and beautiful to behold, that makes your days brighter.
Thankfully, in R's case, I was able to enter it in a desperate time, for both of us. When we first met, we were both a hot mess all and in ourselves. An entire year passed by, and time changed, and so did the physical distance, but not the love shared between two friends. For a while, he became my poetry/rap buddy, but he pretty much outstaged me in everything. At times, it was romantic, but it was more compassionate, from one human being to another. Would I be interested in a relationship with him? If I was any other girl, yes, in a heartbeat. But I am who I am in his poetic memory, and he is and forever will be as he is in mine-- a person I love and care deeply for, but on more of a Godly level than anything romantic.
This was a year ago. I don't talk to him anymore, but only because we always have our own shit to get through. But when we do start talking again, it's like we never left that first night we met. That's how it is with me and MC and JG. I really miss all of them. Those three guys are my favorite pen pals ever, and it's been that way since 7th grade.
And not one of them resembled my dream guy. So don't trip.
JG. This was taken almost a year ago. August 20th. And we probably haven't changed.
MC. This was taken July 15th. He usually doesn't look half as retarded in this picture.
PS:
MC. This was taken July 15th. He usually doesn't look half as retarded in this picture.PS:
Don't tell him I'm doing this. JG just might kill me.
OH HOT DAMN. DON'T DENY THAT YOU CAM WHORED ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, TOO.
But this one ended up on mah blog. HAHAHAA.
Ohhh, Lord, my best friends are just soo unique.
OH HOT DAMN. DON'T DENY THAT YOU CAM WHORED ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, TOO.But this one ended up on mah blog. HAHAHAA.
Ohhh, Lord, my best friends are just soo unique.
ahahha i love your blogs.
ReplyDeleteand i think you told me about that first kiss. it was super romantic...at least the one you told me about ;]
and that song. is my obsession right noww<3
were def hanging out so we can have some girl talkk.