Current mood:	grateful
Current music:	dropkick murphys

I am Joe's smirking revenge...
I'm going to college, I'm shipping up to Boston January 17... metal work(Cutting, grinding, welding, ect.)

Dancing with a beauty in the moonlight, watching falling snowflakes spiral to their doom, hovering over water, tail lights and blinkers pass twinkling just through the trees in the distants, sharing warm cider as our concerns and worries disappear. We spend the night whispering sweet nothings, sharing secrets, and holding on as a cool wind blows over us. Cradled in the arms of this goddess, she looked deep into my eyes only to say the same thing she always says, I love you. I pull her closer to me with my worked, cut, sliced, crushed, pinched, cradled, rubbed, cleaned hands, to tell her everything she needs to know, I love you too. Now only as a memory, I can still feel her sweet romance across my lips, her cold hand on the back of my neck, her scent slips into my nose with every promising breath and the jubulent look in her eye. Only a memory, yet real enough to touch. Sacrafice for her would be nothing, just so I could show my love for her.

I love you, Babe.