If life is so good...why does living it hurt??

[Rosebud]

damn let me catch a flight and I am there my little southern angel...a sex fiend friend in a short tight black dress...I have a feeling alot of people will be there to see the "promise land" and for those of you who don't know what she looks like...think of this http://www.gironet.nl/home/chatter/adu2.gif

 

[SimplySouthern]

You are a bd bad little girl Rosie. Thank god I seek that out in a friend...or fiend. Whichever the case may be.

Now, Rosie...you know I don't look like that. I never wear my dresses that short.

 

[Guest]

A Rose By Any Other Name . . .

How did that go?

Love is a rose and you better not pick it;
It only grows when it's on the vine.
Hands full-a thorns and you know you've missed it;
Lose your love when you say the word, "mine."

Falling doesn't hurt. It's the fast stop that does it.
I usually get hurt when I'm not watching where I'm going.
Drama, drama, drama. It was a tough lesson for me to learn. Booze killed my dad, but I never found anything worth while in a bottle, except once on the beach, one with a message in it that said, "I still love you . . . " I thought about that for a long time.

In our lives, I believe we have "allies" and "enemies", things, people and substances that "enlighten" or "enslave". Recognize each for what they are. Then behave accordingly. I still like a nice glass of red wine. One glass. There is nothing more difficult to find than that which is not lost. Bless us and all of our friends.

Keep loving you, Rosebud.

 

[Rosebud]

OMG..... my dad died because the damage of liquor...he was sober for five years but the damage was done...thanks che that was nice