no worries little buddy…..you are not forgotten…..

sooner than l8r

i suck so bad at wrapping presents it simply isn’t funny anymo…..
so [pause] considering the fact that i just recently got involved in this bizarre ‘consumption junction’ american ‘lord of misrule’ tradition >>>

….next year, no more wrapping paper.

…..a sentiment which of course i will probably renege on …..

These are the top words visitors to dictionary publisher Merriam-Webster’s website [ www.m-w.com ] requested definitions for during 2004.

1. blog
2. incumbent
3. electoral
4. insurgent
5. hurricane
6. cicada
7. peloton
8. partisan
9. sovereignty

Now who dares to say that I am the only one being highly political as of late?

all i can say is HOT DAMN…….please accept my apologies for the cruelty that which is the human body ……

and here i was thinking that i hurt…….

you have my best wishes doll……..nothing i can say will be good enough…so i will shuddup…..

bored and just then……..

Why puberty sux according to harry potter and friends…..

Rupert Grint: Cripes, how can I see with all this hair in my face?

Emma Watson: I am about to burst into tears.

Daniel Radcliffe: I’ve suddenly developed an obsession with Morrissey, hence my monocromatic black ensemble.

Rupert Grint: “Rupert Grint” is a really terrible name, isn’t it? I wonder if I can convince people to start calling me “Tony.”

Emma Watson: Hasn’t anyone noticed that I look like I am going to cry? Hasn’t anyone noticed that I’ve been forced to wear my father’s pants, turned into knickers? With trainers? Hello? Anyone? Won’t anyone comfort me?

Daniel Radcliffe: I just realized that I am wearing an overly large polo shirt buttoned up to the neck. I feel very, very uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Rupert Grint: Also, Dan? You kind of need a hair cut.

Daniel Radcliffe: Thanks for the newflash, Shaggy. Why aren’t you more concerned about my brows, which seem suddenly to be reaching Peter Gallagher-esque proportions?

Emma Watson: HELLO? Two seconds away from hot, fresh tears here! I am an ADORABLE GIRL and LOOK AT WHAT I AM WEARING.

Daniel Radcliffe: You do look a bit as though you raided Mary Stuart Masterson’s closet from 1983. But with worse pants.

Emma Watson: You weren’t even born in 1983, so why don’t you shut up?

Daniel Radcliffe: Why don’t YOU shut up?

Emma Watson: YOU.

Rupert Grint: I am just going to back away from this situation verrrry verrry slowly. If I escape now, maybe no one will notice that my trousers are both too long and rather dirty.

Emma Watson: [crying] I can see you trying to sneak off. It’s because you’re embarassed to be seen with me in these knickers, isn’t it, Rupert? ISN’T IT?

Rupert Grint: No, it’s because…well, actually, yes. They’re really rather horrible. Why is the crotch so long? [TO SELF: Oh my God, did I just say "crotch" to a girl? I want to die.]

Daniel Radcliffe: Don’t let him get to you, Emma. If this double decker bus behind us crashes into us, to die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die.

Emma Watson: I want to go home.

Be rest assured that although I may sometimes seem distant, worry not your perpetually pink glowing crown that such ephemeral-barren spiritual landscapes are not a somber reaction to your unwavering positive reception of my existence……..

….in an otherwise uneventful subsistence of every day life, you have summoned forth a vivaciousness, strength and glow that could only be beholden by the omnipresent vision of warmth that lies within the scope of your eyes and within the realm of your ineffable intensity…….

Before his sudden introduction into this world, I knew little of the unparalleled joy that bears witness to the reciprocating grand smiles one receives from the lips of ones progeny.

Nothing could have prepared me for the overwhelming euphoria that permeates ever fiber of my being each and every time I hear his happiness expressed thru laughter.

In contrast, nothing can illustrate the enhanced woe endured by a father who wishes nothing more than to see that inexplicable joy in his sons eyes during this unique time of year…….

…..and even though I hide it well, everyday that goes by with no word is yet another mortal wound inflicted upon my soul…….