It's raining outside...well, storming which makes it ten times better. I love lightning, thunder, and rain; it's like some sort of magic eraser if you think about it; everytime a raindrop hits you the more ease you feel and everything just seems to forget itself. Thunder is like shouting, I'm not good with protest so the storm does it for me in a loud booming out burst. Lightning is like art; some people like it, others are glad it's around for only a few seconds. The sounds it makes on the roof are so nice; sweet, ryhtmatic beating to sooth almost better than any song.

I found out just how perfect and amazing my fiance' is. (that's right bud, boy-friend no longer.) We were arguing (for once...amazing I know) talking about if one of us were paralyzed what we would do. He said he'd still love me and take care of me still. If I were me I would have put me out of my misery and shoot me out-back. If he were I'd be there constantly and probably sufficate him with TLC...I tend to do that too much. And then this lead to other random things and blah-blah-blah( you really don't care) so I'll end it with, seeya later! L