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Yup...its that time once again...no its not my period, I'm a guy (although from all the flower pics I've posted you may start to wonder),...its that time when I lay down some words just because I have nothing better to do. But seriously, like the title suggests it has been a bad period for me girl wise. The period started about 22 years ago and i hope it will finish soon :p, but till than, this week has two stupid events in it that remind me I'm stuck in that bad period. The first happened Monday when i went with a friend to the gym... Yes i do go to the gym, but not to lift weights cause that just boars me to tears, but to repeatedly infl

Courage, honor and faith… you told yourself that they mean something to you. You told yourself that they aren't just catch lines in a hallmark card. You got drafted into the armed forces and still you told yourself that. The day you got your pilot's wings and 12 hours later punched the carrier's XO for ordering you to bomb a village you kept telling yourself that. And now when you're staring down the scope of you're rifle pointing the crosshairs at some local warlord bigshot's head waiting for orders you decide to have a brain fart and wonder where did you loose you're belief in the meaning of those words,… guess I deserve wholehear

The idea for this post was given to me by a friend, and since she is upset at the moment i kind of rushed it hoping it would put a smile on her face.probably to childish to succeed but hope dies last:P The second key of the 17 is probably the smallest key of the lot, talking about size, but not even in the least by its importance to me. The tip of the key points to the middle of the wicker basket, were there is a picture of a small smiling boy. It’s been 16 years to the day since my dad took that picture of me, but I swear it feels like another lifetime. The boy shares some common features with me and although my jaw is wider and my ch