I haven't wrote in this in forever.

And I'm not planning on to anymore....

bye lovers.

Wow, I just really forgot about xanga. Sorry... MySpace is taking me over.

Um nothing has been happening really... Except... I love my mom... ♥

But I love my grandma more.

♥♥

Have a Nice Day.

I have the wheels on the bus...

I read this story called

The Baby She Loved Too Much To Keep.

It really made me cry. A lot. It's too long to type the whole thing but another one made me sad too. And I can type that one. This guy wrote it about his kids I guess? You decide.

When I see the word father the first person that comes to mind is myself. I am the father of a six-month-old girl who can light up the room when she smiles. Don't all parents feel this way about their children, or is it just me? All fathers don't stay around for their kids, though. It seems to take bravery or some miracle for them to stick it out and see their kid's well being. To be a father is more than a responsibility; it is a job. Tradition says that a father is the provider, not and easy role to play when you're still in high school, working low income jobs. Still, I do it for the good of my daughter, my creation, my seed. I refuse to be a deadbeat dad because no excuse is good enough excuse to abandon your own creation.

Steven Hill, Age 17

The last line is where it really hurts. I love you and you know who you are.

-kasi

Currently Listening Don't Be Frightened of Turning By Bright Eyes I Won't Ever Be Happy Again see related

OMFG. [ew I hope I never do that again.]

My oh so new song that I like.

Well morning came
And it dressed the sky
In a lovely yellow gown
Now the shops they are
All opening
In that narrow hallway of downtown
Filled with people who
Are shopping for
Their lovers and their friends
Saying they won't ever be lonely again
Well a forest fenced
becomes backyards
Like songs are born from sound
And the apple fell
And it taught us all
We are chained here to the ground
So, I mean, here we go
But there ain't no escape
No, these streets they're just dead ends
So I won't ever be happy again
Well, it seems you too
See a painful blue
When you stare into the sky
You'd never understand
The motion of a hand waving you goodbye
"Bye bye"
But as the story goes
or it is often told
A new day will arise
And all the dance halls will
Be full of skeletons
That are coming back to life
And on a grassy hill
the lion will
lay down with the lamb
And I won't ever be lonely again
No, no, no, no, no
But until that time
I think I had better find
some disbelief to suspend
Cause I don't want to feel like this again

yeah it's probably real old. but I don't care? nope. 

//edit

well actually i changed my mind... this is a new song i like..

what makes you think
that it won't grow back
in a day or two
husbands in winter
they know the truth
but what can they do

i don't like girls the way they are
so shave their legs
and make them look like movie stars
then we can pretend it's natural

put on whatever makes you attractive
if it's not you then do it for the sake of fashion
your friends like a certain you
that's who you've got to be

junior high legs
blonde hair gone brown
from removing it
waxing since thirteen
wisdom from a beauty queen
her tiara diggin deep in her head

i'm starting to think that i'm kind of shy
or at least i'd like to be

winter legs give me heart attacks
so take it off with lasers
so it never comes back
then we can pretend it's natural

yeah... i'm cool