well, its been a long ass time since i have written nething on here that has meaning, and im bored...so now's a good a time as any.

In the past year, Ive went from not caring about nebody, to loving someone so much it hurts, and back to not caring nemore. I been stomped on, beaten, broken down, and diminshed to nothing...all while being the happiest i had ever been. kinda ironic huh? But Ive come to the conclusion now that shit happens, and all you can do is move on, and TRY to forgive and forget. forgetting is the easy part...its the forgiving that takes work. I use to think that people didn't mean to hurt others the way they do...now i realize that there are some out there, who will go out of their way just to hurt others so that they can feel better about themselves. Just remember, what goes around, comes around, in 10 fold.

As of now, I'm over it all. Your always gonna have love for the first person you felt something major for, thats natural. It's not the same love you had for them before, but its there. But like I said, you gotta just move on. And now that I have finally decided to do that....I'm truly happy. I got a guy that makes me feel like i am something, instead of nothing. Which is a major change for me. I feel good about life again, and I got something back that I haven't had in a long time...Hope. It took alot of time for me to be able to say that, but it feels good to finally be able to.

Dashing through the sand
with a bomb strapped to my
back.
I have a nasty plan
for Christmas in Iraq.
I got through checkpoint A,
but not through checkpoint B.
That's when I got shot in the
ass
by the US Military...

[it's not funny!]

Oooh, jingle bombs, jingle
bombs
Mine blew up you see.
Where are all the virgins
that Bin Laden promised me?
Oooh, jingle bombs, jingle
bombs
U.S. soldiers shot me dead.
The only thing that I have
left
is this towel up on my head.

I used to be a man,
but every time I cough,
thanks to Uncle Sam,
my nuts keep falling off.
My bombing days are done.
I need to find some work.
Perhaps it would be much
safer
as a convenient store night
clerk.

Oooh, jingle bombs, jingle
bombs
I think I got screwed.
Don't laugh at me because I'm
dead
or I'll kill you...

I KILL YOUOUOU!

Luke Bryan - We Rode in Trucks

Verse 1

Down where I born it was heaven on earth.
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
We raised cotton, corn, a little cane, and kids.
You either lived on a farm or wish you did.
Jesus always walked close by our side.
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

Verse 2

There's a lot about life you can learn on a bus,
How to lie, how to fight, how to kiss, how to cuss.
The closer we sat to the back, the smarter we got.
We were poor, we were ugly, we were all best friends.
White-eyed, baptized, and still wantin' to sin.
Thank God we get more than just one shot.
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.

Chorus

That's us, haulin' hay in the field with the radio on.
That's us, headin' straight into town when the work is done.
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road.
It wasn't that long ago.

Verse 3

We thought tobacco and beer in a can
Was all it would take to be like our old man.
But I saw how it made my momma cry.
It was huntin' and fishin' and football games.
Then it was girls, and everything changed,
In our lives.
Fallin' in and out of love, we rode in trucks.

Chorus 2

That's us with our tailgates down in the parking lot.
That's us with mud on our tires when it rained a lot.
In my mind, I can still see us now, ridin' down Buck Island Road.
It wasn't that long ago, it's apart of my soul. Yeah.

Down where I was born, it was heaven on earth.
The Flint River washes that red Georgia dirt.
The sun sets slow and the stars shine bright.
Where I grew up, we rode in trucks.