i miss when...
getting high meant swinging on the playground:: protection meant wearing a helmet:: all u could get from boys were cooties:: race issues were who could run the fastest:: and war was only a card game:: your worst enemies were your siblings:: and the only drug we knew was cough medicine::
the only thing that hurt us were scraped knees:: and goodbyes meant only until tomorrow and:: We Couldn't Wait To Grow Up.

i like anything from the simplest to the most complex.

anything you hear on my profile.

don't have one.

too many.

currently twilight, no its not lame