Sing Me Something Soft, Sad and Delicate..

Monday, August 30, 2004

No matter how many times I could say it, the "word" will never ever justify what I feel. Its much deeper. Much stronger. Its uncomparable and inconceivable. Its a shame people can throw it around with such a low meaning. But to me, its much different. And no matter how hard I try, no matter how many times I tell him over and over...He will never fully understand. Never. Noone could. But I dont expect him to fully get it, just take it in and know that I mean it. I really do.

Words really are never enough <33333

Shara @ 9:25 PM | Sorry kids, no comments this time around

Sunday, August 22, 2004

<3 I love bagels and cream cheese before bed....
<3 I love listening to TBS while writing in my journal.
<3 I love taking long baths with the lights off.
<3 I love suprise chocolate pancake breakfasts.
<3 I love my goodnight talks with my mom and dad.
<3 I love the smell of clean sheets.
<3 I love drinking from my special blue cup with a special straw.
<3 I love feeling that excitment before I sleep, knowing what im going to wake up to.
<3 I love dreaming of him.

Its been a good day.

Shara @ 7:32 PM | Sorry kids, no comments this time around

Saturday, August 21, 2004

Me: Mom, whats this movie called?
Dad: Its called "Death, death and more death"
Mom: Its called "The Godsend" Steven.
Dad: Yah well, if it were my movie, I would have called it "Death, death and more death"

Arg...its been only a few hours and I miss him already.
Nicole come overrrrrrrrr ahfjksafhsahgjkghjksa.....BLAH!
Things are good around here. Happy Happy Joy Joy!
Oooo...Is anyone interested in seeing Norma Jean with us? Let me know.
My mom and dad pick the poopiest movies. Ew.
I already busted out the guitar..Krystal, I can play that song entirely :)
Im going to go clean my room for the first time in a bajillion years...Now that is desperation.
This tends to happen when you are restricted, no friends=chores.


How Id love to bathe in your bath water.
<3 Shara.....

Shara @ 1:47 PM | Sorry kids, no comments this time around

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Another great week.
Babysitting is a drag.
Terry being with me makes up for it.
Michigan this past weekend was amazing.
I felt like I was in an American movie....or some crazy modern Cheers episode.
I am being treated to Norma Jean in Buffalo, thanks to le love.
Hopefully things are going well for everyone else.

Of all the things I've done wrong..I must have done something right.

<3 Shara

Shara @ 3:45 PM | Sorry kids, no comments this time around

Friday, August 13, 2004

Awwwwww lil baby..
Terry and I each got a newt today.
His is named Alabaster Gerard the Third and mine is named Mable.
Off to Michigan tomorrow.
This is all.

<3 Shara

Shara @ 4:51 PM | Sorry kids, no comments this time around

Sunday, August 08, 2004

When you're left with only a bullet, I'll bring the trigger with the promise to pull it. I'll be the end of everyone who's ever entered your life and taken peices out of it. I'll give you enough time to regain yor composure... to reconstruct a heart that's torn apart from over-exposure. I know forever isn't long enough to forget the faces and places that played out your tragedy.

I miss my love.
2 days seems far too long.
<3 Shara.


P.S. Misty and Ken. As little as it means, as rehearsed as it seems, Im there.

Shara @ 8:45 PM | Sorry kids, no comments this time around

Friday, August 06, 2004



Look how far weve made it.
<3<3<3<3<3<3


Ive been sick all this past week. Great timing, parents went to Texas. They are back now though. Terry took care of me....good care of me. As shitty as Ive felt, its been amazing. All I can say is thank you, for the moments, the suprises, the feelings......everything. Its love boys and girls.

<3 Shara

Shara @ 12:27 PM | Sorry kids, no comments this time around

Monday, August 02, 2004

Well im feeling a little better today. Sunday was a good day, I was still sick none the less. But Nicole came over to visit me, which was nice. She, my mom and I all hung out for the evening. I went thrift shopping all afternoon with my mom while dad was at a friends BBQ. I found so many great things. My favorite finds being my soccer shirt and scarf. I <3 scarves.
My dad is really worried about me, he doesent want me to sleep in my bedroom for the rest of the week. He thinks that I am sick because of my pets. Norma Jean and Ozzy. Some kind of virus thing he thinks. So I am being forced, kicking and screaming might I add, to go to the doctors this week. Blech...
I dont have a whole lot to say. Im getting my hair dyed tonight. Woot woot. Im just waiting for Terry to get here. Parents are gone all week and he is staying with me...ooo la la. I miss him :( Im tres excited though. No party this time, eww. I'll stop waisting your time now. Lots of sweet ninja love!!! <3<3 Shara

Shara @ 1:19 PM | Sorry kids, no comments this time around

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