2005-11-24 || 10:08 p.m.

|| brian of my heart. ||

dear brian,
there were many times today i meant to call you, and at one point i had phone in hand and your number a-blazin, but i kept getting choked up at the thought of talking to you. crying all over the place today, but please know my mum and i stood in the kitchen and dumped a little of our deeply-discounted chilled white wine in the name of you, our wayward son.

so much love i'm bustin,
jenny.

previous || next || random

guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land

Site Meter