Hey, I'm a bit burned out at the moment. So I'm going to take a personal vacation for a little while. For anyone I'm Threading with at the moment, I'll be back to finish my work eventually, so don't worry.
I'm hoping to take the week and a bit off, maybe come back after the Honeymoon. So maybe you'll all see my around the 20th of this month, longer if I can't refuel myself. In the meantime, I'll be getting new glasses, attending the new rehearsal of my wedding, Attending some other small and important dates scattered between here and there, getting married, and going on a one-day honeymoon, as opposed to the traditional month (Wish I could afford that).
Then it's back to overtime haul of handing out resumes, adjusting the wife's new name to Gravelle on any and all things that it need be changed to.
That's right, my real last name is Gravelle. Suck it.
Anywho, have a good time in my absence, okay?
Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC's,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it's hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it's hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev'rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars wecould reach
were just starfishs on the beach
Listen to me here!
Subject: Morri/Ao 
Thu Aug 09, 2012 8:45 am
