she has to learn to fix things

!@

2007-01-18T20:09:38Z

MOVED. SHFKJLH@$#

&

2006-09-18T00:56:31Z

Comment anonymously and leave the numbers of the ones that you think about me.

0= I don't know you
1= I like you
2= I love you
3= You're funny
4= You're cool
5= I don't really care for your personality
6= I wanna fuck you
7= You're sexy
8= You have a nice body
9= I hate you
10= You're boring
11= You're lame
12= You have an awesome personality
13= I want to kiss every part of your body
14= I wanna fuck you until you scream my name
15= You're gorgeous
16= I want you to be mine
17= Let's get married
18= I want to kiss you
19= I want to go down on you
20= I want to cuddle
21= I want to spoon
22= Let's sleep together (no sex)
23= I want to hang out
24= Lets go on a date
25= I want you in every way, shape, and form
26= This is such a waste of my time

&

2006-09-17T17:41:08Z

SHIT.

I twisted my ankle and I can't march.

GOD FUCK. All I did was slip on one of my hangers in my room and it twisted and it hurts like hell.

Nooo. :_: NO.

Oh, and well, because some of you want to know about my guy. ;) Anyway, his name is Mike and I met him through work. We're getting pretty close (we almost talk to one another every day) and he's coming to the big game this Thursday just to see me in my pathetic looking marching band uniform. It's not a lot (because some people really don't want to know details) but I really like him and he's so sweet. So yup, hope for the best. :)

& public

2006-09-11T01:50:22Z

Oh, since I'm working until closing tomorrow and have no time in between classes

tomorrow is September 11 and we all should take a moment tomorrow to pray and remember that horrible tuesday.

I would provide pics, but I can not. Too painful.

& Eddie Cahill Project!

2006-08-28T00:42:55Z

Project for Eddie Cahill!

That's right ladies (and gentleman if they're interested lmao), I am doing a fan based project for our own Eddie Cahill!

If some of you lurk over at TalkCSI, you'll know what I'm talking about. ;) You see, I am Tuesdaymorning (over on TalkCSI) and I have been handed the part of coordinating this project!

And so! Let us begin!

The Project

We want you to write messages to Eddie using one of two formats -- either a circle measuring 3 inches in diameter or a rectangle measuring 7/8 inches x 8 1/2 inches. Any circular messages will be glued to a hockey puck and any rectangular messages will be glued to a small hockey stick. A note will be included with the collection saying something to the effect of "To the Most Puckable CSI."

There is one cautionary note we'd like to include with this project. While the title for the project is a dirty little pun, please keep your messages to Eddie reasonably clean. The reason for this request is that Eddie is involved in a very serious relationship. It's a matter of respect. Please bear in mind that Eddie's girlfriend will likely read the messages. Be respectful and don't make her want to kick your butt. You can still tell him you love him and how fantastic he is and all that happy stuff. Just don't be dirty about it.

Decide whether you want your message affixed to a hockey puck or a small hockey stick and format accordingly. I will be coordinating this project and you can email me if you'd like to participate. My email is breeprivateradio@yahoo.com

Please know that this project will get to Eddie. He is aware of it (not the theme or what the project is -- simply that there is a project for him) and arrangements have already been made to get it to him.

So, let's send out the love. Hill and Carmine have both recieved their share and now it's Eddie's turn.

URL to TalkCSI Link; http://talk.csifiles.com/showflat.php?Cat=0&Number=927240&an=0&page=0#Post927240

& bring on the spam

2006-08-02T00:45:11Z

anonymous (or you really don't have to) comments/spam/come for boredness whatever, comment!

& BAND CAMP - PUBLIC POST

2006-07-22T15:08:56Z

Hey guys, just incase I don't get to do this before I leave,

I'M GOING TO BAND CAMP! LMAO.

Sunday July 23, 2006 - Friday July 28, 2006

I'm gonna come back all burnt and crispy!

*kisses and runs*

ps: I DID SEE CLERKS 2 yesterday. XD ROSARIO IS SO PRETTY.

& ATTENTION ICON MAKERS! - PUBLIC POST

2006-07-18T19:00:23Z

Holaness! I was driving home today and bam, idea popped into my head.

MEGA ICON MAKERS POST

What is this you ask?

It's easy! What I'm planning to do is get as many icon makers as I can (okay, limit to 8 please XD) where we all post our icons in ONE HUGE BIG BATCH instead of clogging up everyone's flist page.

Basically what would happen is that you can make no more than 40 icons of anything - doesn't matter what fandom - and you and 8 other icon makers will make the same amount and then at once, HUGE FUCKING POST.

I want people to sign up who are really going to do this. XD

Anyway, you're probably still confused and well, that's because I can't explain myself that well.

It's just that I want to gather the best of basically the CSI Fandom and bam, we post in one huge entry. You can have different fandoms but I'm only asking the icon makers here in the CSI area.

Now, because I'm a spoiled brat, we will be posting the huge fucking batch in goodbyetuesday and once you guys have uploaded all your icons, you need to email me the photobucket account (or the icons, what ever) and I'll put them in the post.

It's going to be what? 320 icons? Holy fuck. XD All the goodness! The deadline is probably going to be August 12, 2006 so that gives you plenty of time.

If you want to do this, fill out this application below;

Name:
Fandoms: (what will you make icons of?)

That's it! XD

NUMBER OF SPOTS LEFT: 7

1. weisy

Any questions? Just ask. AND PIMP THIS!

PIMPAGE - PUBLIC POST

2006-07-08T06:46:07Z

csi3_awards csi3_awards csi3_awards csi3_awards csi3_awards csi3_awards csi3_awards csi3_awards

:)

Oh, and to piss you off some more,

csifics_awards csifics_awards csifics_awards csifics_awards csifics_awards csifics_awards

& PUBLIC POST

2006-06-28T18:12:21Z

& HIATUS!

2006-06-14T06:27:49Z

Bye! Love you guys. :* Mwuah!
PS: I'm leaving this evening so, yes, if I pop around and you're like "wtf?", it's because yeah, I'm here. lmao. Psh. mk. gotta stop and let you move on. oh yeah, totally was not gonna put this behind a cut. ;P

& Memorial Day

2006-05-29T20:24:20Z

MEMORIAL DAY - MAY 29, 2006

Memorial Day is much more than a three-day weekend that marks the beginning of summer. To many people, especially the nation's thousands of combat veterans, this day, which has a history stretching back all the way to the Civil War, is an important reminder of those who died in the service of their country.

weisy @ 2006-04-30T02:43:00

2006-04-30T18:44:47Z

There is a man, outside my window, tanning in the sun, drinking beer and singing to a song on his headphones poorly.

Dear Lord, someone save me.

weisy @ 2006-04-26T20:27:00

2006-04-27T00:28:37Z

THIS TO THIS SONG;

http://music.aol.com/artist/nelly-furtado/451535/main#

It's the new one by Nelly Furtado but it's AMAZING. You will hit her main website and then search down for a sec and you'll see the song called 'Promiscuous'. Seriously, it does not sound like her and this song is gonna be at every club, bet'cha. (It may take you out of LJ so open it in a new window)

And if that doesn't work, let me know and I'll find out another way.

Yeah, I've got nothing else besides that I'm like, creeped to watch CSI:NY tonight.

weisy @ 2006-04-13T00:40:00

2006-04-13T04:41:37Z

Omg. Danny is crying. And it hasn't even aired yet.

*falls over* Seriously. I can not wait for this episode. Meep. Too far away.

BYE GUYS! GOING ON VACATION!

Be back 4.17.06

pass the potato

2005-10-15T19:09:48Z

DO THIS;

http://www.passthepotato.com/potato-1.php?potatoid=051015150433-727180

PASS THE POTATO.

Please, I want it to hit every single state.

Even if you're not on my friends list just do this. I want to see if I can get it to all 50 states. Lmao.

fanfic journal

2005-08-05T03:45:01Z

Alright. Finally got a fanfic journal. I've been debating for a while if I should get one and so I did.

I will no longer be posting fics here but instead at privateradios so yeah.

Peace.

FANFIC; AoN Part 3

2005-08-04T18:53:15Z

Title: All or Nothing Part 3
Author: Jen
Pairing: Flack/Aiden
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Not mine sadly enough.
Summary: Aiden is drunk and guess who finds her?
A/N: Like I stated before, I’m trying to get as much F/A in as possible before the new season because I think our fanfictions are going to be the only thing we’ll be able to rely on. :_:

--

You know I’d fight for you but how can I find someone who isn’t even there?
I’ve had the rest of you now I want the best of you and I don’t care if that’s not fair.

--

After her incident in the locker room, Aiden had taken a cab to the bar a couple blocks from her apartment where she spent a good couple of hours drowning her sorrows. Once she felt that it was enough, she managed to find another cab and gave what she believed was the directions to her apartment when in fact it was Flack’s. It was out of habit and an accident.

In matter of minutes, the cab pulls up to Flack’s apartment complex and she stumbles out before handing the cab driving the money. She has everything memorized and she slowly makes her way inside and up the stairs to Flack’s apartment door. She finally realizes she’s at the wrong apartment when she tries to turn “her” door handle to only find it locked and before she knew it, Flack was there staring curiously at her.

“Flack?” She asks surprised as she stares at him. “What the hell are you doing here?” She sways slightly.

“Why am I here?” He repeats her question as he forces himself not to laugh at her stupidity. “I live here.”

Aiden gives him a puzzled look. “Whhaa? You? Nooo. I live here, duh.”

Flack smiles sadly before gently grabbing her arm and pulling her inside. “C’mon Aid. You’re wasted as fuck.”

“I’m not waassted.” Aiden slurs as he closes the door behind them before guiding her to his couch.

“Sit.” He tells her as he gently pushes her down onto the couch before sighing. Somehow, this is beginning to feel like old times. “I’m gonna go get you a glass of water and you,” he points at her, “don’t move.”

“Don’t move. Got it.” She says as she giggles and falls over onto her side as Flack heads off into the kitchen.

Two minutes later, Flack moves back to the couch lifts Aiden upright and hands her the glass of water. She takes it and gulps it down quickly before giggling again and leaning her head on his shoulder. “I lied.” She whispers as she grabs his hand and runs her fingers across his strong yet gentle hand.

“Lied about what?”

“My feelings. Duh.” She giggles again as she leans over and kisses his ear gently. “I still love you.” She whispers, her hot breath running across his ear as she gently begins to nibble at his ear lobe.

Flack knows it feels good, hell, he has been waiting forever for her to say those words again but he did not want to hear it from drunken Aiden. He wanted to hear it from her, hear it come truly from the depth of her heart. “You should get some sleep.” He tells her as he manages to pull away and she gives him a heartbreaking look.

“Whaaat? You don’t love meee?” She asks as he stands up and moves about the room. “Whyyy?”

He stops pacing, his mind running of what he should do next with her and as he glances over, he catches her eye and quickly looks away. Within seconds, Flack goes with his gut and he walks over to Aiden before slipping his arms under her body and lifting her off the couch so he’s carrying her. She giggles and wraps her arms around his neck as she smirks. “What are you doing?”

He ignores her as he moves down the hall, past the rooms on the side before kicking open his bedroom door and placing her gently onto his bed. He feels her fingers trail across his chest and he swallows hard as he remembers that she is drunk and none of this is real. She will not even remember what happened and so Flack swats her hand away in rejection as he gives her a serious look. “I’m not fooling around Aid. I’m gonna get you to sleep.” He tells her as he removes her jacket from her shoulders.

“Then what the fuck are you doing?” She asks as he begins to take her shirt off.

“I’m undressing you. No way in hell you’re sleeping in these clothes in my bed and don’t worry,” he says as he sees the look on her face, “I have some sweatpants and a t-shirt you can wear for tonight.”

“This is...my...body!” She attempts to yell as the alcohol plays with her tongue.

“I’ve seen you naked before. Nothing to hide.” He assures her as he takes off her shirt before reaching over to grab the oversized t-shirt and slipping it onto her slender body.

After a couple of seconds, Aiden gives up and lets him finish changing her. Her body feels numb and weak from the alcohol and her skin feels like it is on fire every time she feels his touch linger over her body. A part of her could not comprehend what the fuck was going on because this was beginning to feel like old times; times when she would find herself in his clothes the next morning with the smell of his skin closely besides her. For a second it does feel as if she had jumped back a couple of days and everything was back to normal. She would wake up, he would take her in his arms and he would run his fingers through her hair while whispering confessions of love across her skin. They would sit there for minutes and listen to one another’s breathing until the sound of the alarm announced that work was not going to wait for them.

Somehow, the memories sober her up slightly and she finds herself crying. Flack notices the tears after he had slipped his pants onto her and he suddenly feels a wave of fear hit his heart. Thoughts began racing through his mind. Did I hurt her? Did I do something wrong?

“Aid?” He asks softly as the tears continue to flow from her eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I-I’m sorry Don.” She chokes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He asks in concern as she turns on her side so she is not facing him anymore. How could he be so kind to her after what she has done? She kicked him out, acted like a fool and he still came back for her.

She mumbles more "I'm sorry"’s into his covers as he sits there silently, letting her cry. He gently rubs his hand along her arm as she continues to cry, his heart tearing into two.

When her sobs finally end, he gently reaches over and lifts her up. His arms wrap around her limp body as he pulls her close to him, her head resting gently on his shoulder. “Don’t be sorry.” He whispers as he kisses her forehead gently. “I’ll wait.”

“…Wait for what?” She asks, her voice barely audible.

“For us.”

She slowly lifts her head off his shoulders as she gazes up at him. “Us?”

“Us.” He reassures her as he leans forward and presses his lips against hers. Aiden hesitates but then she finally gives in and opens her mouth for him, his tongue quickly finding hers. He can taste the alcohol that still lingers in her mouth and that snaps him back to the main problem of why Aiden Burn was here with him on his bed.

She was drunk.

He slowly pulls away and she smiles lazily at him before resting her head back on his shoulder, her eyes lids becoming extremely heavy. “I love you Don.”

TBC.

FANFIC;; All or Nothing Part 2

2005-08-02T02:38:25Z

Title: All or Nothing Part 2
Author: Jen
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: FRT
Summary: They meet again.
A/N: You wanted me to write. And so I did.

--

I know when he’s been on your mind
That distant looks is in your eyes
I thought that time you’d realize it’s over
It’s not the way I choose to live
But something somewhere got to give
And sharing this relationship it’s over, over

She is in the locker room when he arrives and for a brief moment, Aiden has the urge to stop what she is doing, dart out of the room but and run. He is guarding the exit and she is not sure, if it is on purpose or if he just likes that spot.

Awkward silence falls upon them and she finds herself having difficulty with opening her locker. She can feel his eyes on her, watching her every move and she knows now why he is doing that. He is trying to see if he still has that affect on her; the affect that made her body shiver and her hands sweat while her heart race.

And guess what? He still has the affect.

Aiden fumbles with the lock and before she knew it, his hands are slipping around her waist, pulling her body closer to his. She feels the shivers run along her spine as his fingers trail gently across her clothes.

“What are you doing?” She asks even though she knows damn well what’s going on.

He smiles and takes in her scent. “I miss this.” He whispers, his hot breath lingering on her ear.

Aiden wants it, they both know she does, but she does not want to go through with it. She does not because Aiden hates to admit that she was wrong and if it takes all she has to just lie to him straight in the eye, then so be it. “I don’t.”

His fingers stop tracing imaginary circles on her stomach as he takes in her words. “You don’t miss this? Don’t miss us?”

Aiden forces herself to nod and pulls away from his grip. “Leave me alone Don. I told you I wanted to end it and I mean it. What part of that don’t you understand?”

He slowly takes a step back from her and she does not even turn to face him. She instead keeps her gaze on her locker as he sighs and grabs his jacket. “I’m sorry. Somehow I thought maybe we still…oh fuck it.” Flack says as he tosses his jacket over his shoulder before taking small steps towards the exit. “Bye Aiden.” And just like that, he left.

She feels the hot tears form behind her eyes as she leans her forehead against the cool metal, her right hand curled into a fist as she pounds it against her locker. How stupid was she? He obviously wanted her back and she just blew him off.

“Why?” She asks no one as she slams her fist into the locker again before feeling the tears slip through her eyelids and run down her cheek leaving a trail of sorrow in its wake. “Why did I do it?”

“Aiden?”

She quickly removes her forehead from her locker and wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt before turning attention to Stella who now was looking at her worried. “You alright?”

Aiden knew she could not be weak, not in front of Stella because Stella would not accept that. Stella knows how strong of woman Aiden truly is and Aiden cannot let her down. “I’m fine. It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” Stella asks, her eyes never leaving Aiden's. “Your eyes are red. Were you crying?”

Aiden laughs and shakes her head as she finally manages to open her locker and retrieve her jacket and purse. “No, I just put in some eye drops and it must have irritated my eyes.”

Stella was not one to take bullshit and she most definitely was not going to take any from Aiden Burn. “What’s wrong? You want to talk about it?”

Aiden knows she just wants to help but she cannot bring anyone else into this. This was all her fault and she needed to deal with it by herself. “No thanks Stel. I’m just gonna head home and get some sleep. I’ll see you Monday.” And she flashes Stella one last fake smile before exiting the locker room determined to drink her problems away with her favorite drink, beer.

TBC.

FANFIC.

2005-08-01T19:46:36Z

Title: All or Nothing
Author: Jen
Pairing: Flack/Aiden
Disclaimer: Not mine. If so, we wouldn't have one of these two falling of the face of earth. >:O!!
Summary: We all want what we cannot have.
Rating: FRT
A/N: I will forever love my angst. Peace yo.

--

There are time it seems to me
I'm sharing you with memories
I feel it in my heart but I don't show it
Then there's times you look at me
As though I'm all that you could see
Those times I don't believe it's right I know it

She watches him through the glass walls from a safe distant, her eyes never once leaving the strong frame that his body possesses. She watches the knee-buckling smile spread across his lips when Stella says something (Aiden guesses it is some kind of new joke) and watches as he gives a full laugh as if nothing has ever happened.

Something such as the past that she and Flack had shared not too long ago. One filled with memories of late night walking, rain dances, lovemaking and nights where they would watch movies until both fell asleep together securely.

That is gone and now her memories are filled with the shadows that lurk across her wall as guests and nights where she worked until the wee hours of the night. Memories that she most definitely did not want to keep anymore.

She finally moves her eyes away from him and focuses on the monitor in front of her. Aiden wants to work, no doubt about it, but she cannot focus. She cannot concentrate on the suspect’s prints but instead the strong smell of Flack’s cologne that still lingers whenever she thinks of him. It irritates her because she was the one who told him that a relationship was something that they could not have because they worked together. They saw one another on daily basis, an outside romance would not work, and sure enough, it did not last more than three weeks.

She still remembers their first date. It was on a Wednesday evening. First, it started out with dinner, then a walk through Central Park and then to her apartment where they both fell asleep on her bed, fully clothed.

However, that was the first and she could not even believe she already experienced her last in less than three weeks.

And at that moment she turns her gaze away from the monitor to where Flack is standing alone (Stella must have ran off to run something for their case) and he’s staring down at his cell phone and Aiden feels the temptation to grab her own and call him. Call and yell telling him that what she said was a lie. That she did in fact still want to be with him because damnit, she misses him. She misses the way he touched her, the way he kissed her, the way he made her feel loved and all she wanted was to have him back.

Only if it was that easy.

Moreover, without warning, he glances up from his cell phone, his eyes meet hers, and she feels the tension that they share. Aiden offers him a fake smile and he returns it before both look away.

That is how they communicate now; just eye contact, fake smiles and small greetings in the hall. Nothing more then that and it tears at her heart strings.

The monitor beeps and pulls her away from her thoughts as her suspect’s picture flashes across the screen. Work. That is what she needs to do right now. Not worry about Flack or how badly she fucked up the relationship.

Just a murder. A Suspect. And a crime scene.

FINIS.

(Well, for now. Unless for some odd and strange reason I decide to add another chapter. We will see.)

FANFIC

2005-07-02T23:26:12Z

Title: Who’s To Say? [1/2]
Author: Jen
Pairing: Flack/Aiden
Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: It's all about the mud.
A/N: And Jen finally decided to stop being lazy. Sorry if there is grammar and what not mistakes in there. I quickly re-read it and I am still slightly drugged up on medicine.

--

Stand up straight do your trick turn on the stars
Jupiter shines so bright when you’re around
They tell us slow down; we’re too young we need to grow
Well speed's the key, and they don’t know who we are

“I can’t believe it’s raining still.” Aiden said as she and Flack stepped out from the bar, each holding an umbrella high over their heads. After shift, Aiden had asked Flack if he wanted to join her, Danny, Stella and Mac at the bar for their usual round of drinks and jokes. Of course he agreed to go and tonight, he was walking Aiden home. Usually Danny would do that but he was hitting it off with some girl and Aiden desperately wanted to go home. Somehow, the smoke and noise was getting to her head.

“It’s New York City Aid,” Flack said as the two of them made their way down the streets sidewalk, dodging other groups and couples as well, “it’s gonna rain as long as it wants.”

“For once though can it just stop? Do you know how hard it is working on a case in the middle of the rain?”

“I’m takin’ it’s some tough shit.”

“It is and most of the evidence gets ruined and we’re most likely back to square one.”

“That’s not good.”

“No it’s not. And you want to know what the worst part of it is Flack?”

“What?” He asked, eyes sparkling as he stole a quick glance at her.

She frowned. “Mud.”

“Mud?” Flack asked as his lips curved into a smile. “Mud? Ya gotta be kiddin’ me Aid. Mud is the worst part?”

“Not all of it no, but when you’re covered in it head to toe, it’s bad.”

Flack smirked. “Ah, guess I’ve never really had that experience.” He told her as they decided to take a short cut through Central Park on the way back to their apartments. Neither one felt like dealing with a taxi.

“You’ve never in your whole life been covered in mud?” Aiden asked a little surprised as she stole a glance at the Detective.

“I didn’t say that. It’s just that I haven’t dealt with mud in a while so I can’t really remember the memories so well.”

“We have to change that then.”

This time Flack gave her a strange look. “What?’

Her eyes only flashed as she bent down to the ground before scooping a handful of mud in her delicate hands before pushing it out towards him. “We have to change that.” She repeated as Flack laughed nervously.

“No thanks Aid. I’m fine.”

In addition, before he could even dart off far away from her (there was no way he wanted to be covered in mud right now), Aiden had thrown the mud right at him, hitting him square in the chest, the brown substance dripping down his white dress shirt.

“You look gorgeous.” Aiden joked, her eyes flashing again with a spark of humor.

Flack watched helplessly as the mud trickled down his front before settling at the base of his foot. The whole time as he watched the mud he could hear Aiden’s small fits of laughter and that somehow had sent him into full revenge mod.

“You’re gonna get it Aid.” Flack warned as he dropped his umbrella down onto the wet ground before grabbing two handfuls of mud and throwing them right at Aiden. One hit her side while the other hit her face.

Even covered in mud she still looked as hot as hell to him and he could not help as he laughed at her, the rain pouring down hard on his uncovered body.

Moreover, that is how it went. Back and forth, the two of them threw balls of mud at one another, Flack having a slight advantage to his height, as they both found themselves covered in mud.

This was a side of Aiden he loved. He loved the side that always seemed to come out when ever she was around him. The one with sparkle in the eye, the mischievous smile on her soft lips and the small yet obnoxious laugh she seemed to carry deep inside of her that she never let anyone hear.

Except for him.

The rain continued to pour from the heavens, droplets of H2O running against gravity as Flack’s eyes scanned Aiden’s body. She was one of a kind and she was drop dead gorgeous. Aiden’s eyes followed Flack’s and she couldn’t help but give him a smirk that shone bright under the moon light.

And at that moment, Flack wasn’t so sure exactly where his brain went as he stepped close to her before lifting her chin up with his finger and leaning in to brush his lips against hers, his other hand finding it’s way into her wet hair.

He was expecting her to push him back, take her umbrella and beat him upside the head, but instead she kissed back, her tongue parting his lips before exploring the new territory that awaited her.

Flack deepened the kiss as Aiden moaned into his mouth. He pressed himself against her, biting her tongue gently with his teeth before nibbling softly on her bottom lip. She tasted like beer and steak, she felt soft and warm beneath his touch and right now all Flack wanted to do was pick her up and take her home and have sex right then and there.

Once they parted for air, Flack noted how red and swollen her lips looked, his teeth mark still clearly visible on her lip.

Both of them stood there breathless, an awkward silence falling upon them because Flack could not believe what just happened. He always thought Aiden viewed him as a friend, nothing more and truthfully, he always believed that Danny and Aiden were a pair and whenever he saw the two working a case, he felt a surge of jealous run through his veins. Now, just a second ago, he and Aiden made out and Danny was not even involved.
Then, Aiden broke the silence, her voice low and seductive as she gazed up into his eyes, his arms still wrapped securely around her. “I need a shower.”

Flack smirked. “I think I can help with that.”

TBC.

current mood: accomplished

weisy @ 2005-06-21T02:09:00

2005-06-21T06:10:26Z

As of Today,

This journal is now

weisy @ 2005-06-20T12:28:00

2005-06-20T16:35:20Z

Max
1997 - 2005

Hope you are happy in heaven. Please say hit to Orangie for me.

(Some images are large)

I really wish he was still here. I love him so fucking much and I've been so fucking torned by this.

Want to go back in time RIGHT NOW. FUCKING WANT TO GO BACK!!! >:O

weisy @ 2005-06-20T00:10:00

2005-06-20T04:22:41Z

Stole this from apis_cerana and finally finished it. ;D

Song that makes you...

Happy: "Who's To Say?" -- Vanessa Carlton

Angry: "Rinse" -- Vanessa Carlton

Want to cry: "Incomplete" -- Backstreet Boys (Rofl. This song sends shivers up and down my spine. Only reason why I adore it. ;D)

Dreamy: "All You Wanted" -- Michelle Branch

Horny: "Shiver" -- Maroon 5

Sleepy: "Everything" -- Lifehouse

Want to dance: "Don't Phunk With My Heart" -- Black Eyed Peas

Want to close your ears: "Hollaback Girl" -- Gwen Stefani

Relaxed: "Pretty Baby" -- Vanessa Carlton

Feel Inspired: "Who's To Say?" -- Vanessa Carlton

Want To Sing Along: "Disease" -- Matchbox Twenty

Think Of Your boyfriend/girlfriend: "You and Me" -- Lifehouse

Think Of Your Family: "Let's Get It Started" -- Black Eyed Peas. It's a family 'song' that we all danced to like fucking morons at the last Holiday Party. What? We were drunk. ;D

Think Of Your Friends: "You Get Me" -- Michelle Branch

Think Of Summer: "Soak Up The Sun" -- Cherl Crow

weisy @ 2005-06-19T22:21:00

2005-06-20T02:26:07Z

Lately I haven't been in the mood to be much online. Don't know why but I really wanted to get out of the house for a bit and take in the beauty of life outside these walls.

Today, of course, is Father's Day and of course I go to visit my parents and they're bitching up a storm about God knows what. My mom got pissed, took off with my brother and sister to leave me and my Dad alone with nothing. So I convince my Dad to go out and visit my deceased Grandfather and that's what we did.

Spending time with my Father was amazing. He wanted to go to Caribou as well (suprise for me. ;D ) and then around 11:30 we headed back home for Lunch.

But instead of eating at home we all went out to Don Pablos and ate. It was amazing and my parents started talking again. Very happy for them.

After that I drove myself to Barnes and Noble, bought a couple of books and the Keane CD which is God itself. Such an amazing CD.

Then Joey and I went to Applebees for the rest of the day.

I never laughed so hard in one's day and it was amazing. Now I'm off to catch up on a couple of things.

OH! And since my sister and I are both off this week, we bought so many fucking movies to watch! Rofl. I can't wait for this week! :D