

five months ago just another boy... and today an intellegent wise man.
seven months and counting...it's a beautiful thing.
after running on fumes for a couple months my tank is finally empty.
There will most definitely always be bad days, bad nights, and bad months, but as long as the ratio is in check it won't really matter.
Window shopping is something I love to do, but I do it about once every six months and get it all out of my system in about forty minutes.
if i could afford to eat bacon every meal for the rest of my life... i wouldn't care if i only lived seven more months.
after eight months i can find a little serenity, a litte peace, at home where all is familiar. amen on this thanksgiving.
when i win, i win big, empty the bank baby.
with a couple months to go there is a lot of light at the end of the tunnel, not for a nine to five, but for something bigger, something greater.
i love bad puns, as long as they're not on a t-shirt.
i'm kind of over misty may, that was sooo two months ago, now it's all about tina fey.
That's just naughty hot.
I've always loved big gaps, and she filled a lot of them.
It's like I was given a brand new BMW for a few months and then had it taken away, which is when I realize what a piece of junk my car really is.
legendary pauses since three months ago.
just like an ambulance crew i need to know my dispatch times, but in my case it is how fast i could get you a hug, should the need arise.
peace is chocolate, especially after twenty four months of fruit in my pocket.
congratulations on inspiring my greatest journal.
fluid.
big ideas, big resources, and maybe being a client before an employee, which seems very possible after all the things put forward in a few months time, saying that i'm stoked wouldn't begin to describe it all.
for the last time...it has no point.
and i will call this home for eight months, a.k.a. my love pad.
it all begins/began with a question.
now how's that muffin to swallow, huh.
At 6pm my mind is a volcano.
We're under the pressure of the cave, cuz we just went spelunking.
My hair is resemblant of Art Garfunkel today and my annual haircut is still months away.
exhaust the mind.
nap well, play hard.
maybe if i cut my hair short, put some gel in it, shaved everyday, and shopped at abercrombie and fitch i'd have a girlfriend of six months too.
Where did I learn to learn?
Dear February, I wish we had more time together, 28 days just isn't enough. I'll see you in 11 months. Love, Bugsy.
i believe, and greatly fear, that my large red duffle bag that has been with me for many months is starting to smell like a hockey bag, and believe me i know what a hockey bag smells like.
ten months is becoming longer and longer.
A few months ago I set sail in uncharted waters, it took a while but eventually I got past the shark infested waters and could see a number of islands on the horizon and slowly they got closer. Today I finally came to shore and will be packing up and ready to move onto the island in a few days. A while ago I didn't know which island to approach, but I had to make a decision and didn't want to back track. I arrived, and in far better shape than I was a year ago at this time.