sad story........
 

> > >> 10th grade
> > >>
> > >
> > > >>
> > >>
> > >> As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me. She
> > >> was my so called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky hair, and
> > >> wished
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After
> > >> class,
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day
> > >> before
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> and handed them to her. She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
> > >> I
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> wanted to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just
> > >> friends, I
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >
> > > >> 11th grade
> > >>
> > >
> > > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over
> > >>
> > >> because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the
> > >> sofa, I
> > >>
> > >> stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew
> > >>
> > >> Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She
> > >>
> > >> looked at me, said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> her, I want her to know that I don't want t o be just friends, I love her
> > >> but
> > >>
> > >> I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
> > >
> > >
> > > >>
> > >>
> > >> Senior year
> > >>
> > >
> > > >> The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said;
> > >> he's
> > >>
> > >> not going to go well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a
> > >>
> > >> promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together just as "best
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> friends". So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing
> > >> at her
> > >>
> > >> front door step! I stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with
> > >> her
> > >>
> > >> crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she isn't think of me like that,
> > >> and I
> > >>
> > >> know it. Then she said "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be
> > >> just
> > >>
> > >> friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.
> > >
> > >
> > > >> Graduation Day
> > >>
> > >
> > > >>
> > >>
> > >> A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was
> > >>
> > >> graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on
> > >> stage to
> > >>
> > >> get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't notice me like
> > >> that,
> > >>
> > >> and I knew it. Before everyone
> > >>
> > >> went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as I hugged her.
> > >>
> > >> Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, "you're my best friend,
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to
> > >> know
> > >>
> > >> that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and
> > >> I
> > >>
> > >> don't know why.
> > >
> > >
> > > >>
> > >>
> > >> A Few Years Later
> > >>
> > >
> > > >>
> > >>
> > >> Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now. I
> > >>
> > >> watched her say "I do" and drive off to her new life, married to another
> > >> man. I
> > >>
> > >> wanted her to be mine, but she didn`t see me like that, and I knew it. But
> > >>
> > >> before she drove away, she came to me and said "you came!". She said
> > >> "thanks" and
> > >>
> > >> kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know
> > >> why.
> > >
> > >
> > > >> Funeral
> > >>
> > >
> > > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my "best
> > >>
> > >>
> > >> friend". At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high
> > >>
> > >> school years. This is what it read:
> > >>
> > >> I stare at him wishing he was mine, but he doesn't notic e me like that,
> > >> and
> > >>
> > >> I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that I don't want to be
> > >> just
> > >>
> > >> friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he
> > >>
> > >> would tell me he loved me!

Chain letters... Blargh...

Ever notice that the sentence breaks begin to look like a William Shatner monologue...

I remember when I used to wonder if it was real. I stopped wondering when I caught my sister distributing some soppy chain letter that she'd wrote. I scolded her for the intent to create YACL.

Lol, oh great, now whenever I read this again William Shatner's voice plays in my mind while reading it.

Chain letters are retarded. However I found this one rather interesting...

Why would they read a married womans high school diary at her funeral where she confessed her love for someone other than her husband?

Thats kind of sick....

Trumpcard, the guy who made it up just didn't think of that. It's a moral story, like the church messages by my house:

Forbidden fruit create many jams.

Eternity: smoking or non-smoking?

They really don't think about the double meanings, only about how clever their interpretation sounded. Why wouldn't you stop smoking cigarettes in heaven? IT'S HEAVEN! Also, strawberries make jams too.

It was a rhetorical question ! You know what my sarcasm smells like ! If your response had been sarcastic, that would be a different story ! LOL

Hey, I know :P I wasn't speaking only to you, but it was in response to you. Everyone, Trumpcard was the lead singer of Soul Asylum. I've seen his picture.

:P Sarcastic enough this time?

Baaa! Im much better looking than than skinny goofball !

He looks like he's strung out !

http://www.soulasylum.com/Photos/photoW1.html

The great Trumpcard is MANLY!

BWHAHAHA (Just got back from the DMV, I'm unbalanced now...)

Okay, he does look skinny and strung-out. Yay yay... hail the mighty Trumpcard! Wooo...

DMV always makes me look like a dime-store thief. My pictures seem so broody and sinister.

I thought I was going to drag that woman across the counter and choke her. Their printers went down, not just theirs, the entire State of NC's printer network (which tells me their IT boys probably couldnt find their ass with both hands if they designed it with a single POF like that), then , she refuses to renew my license plate because she cant print out a receipt for it.. Mind you I just spent an hour in line to get there. I told her, hand written receipts are perfectly legal, and since I was purchasing something I was leaving with, and that I would not be returning a renewel sticker, and the fact is I was paying with a check which in itself is proof of payment , I wasnt concerned with that, but OOOOOOH NO....

I told her that she was basiclly telling me that computers have increased her efficiency at complete uselessness, but I don't think she had a clue what I was talking about...

SHESSH! Every single time I go to this states DMV I inch closer to hanging off a bell tower with a rifle....

sounds like...
 

sounds like that guy masturbates a lot...