OnlyIfYouSmile

     “Would I say that I fell in love with her at first sight?” he paused in thought as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and held the smoke in as if it was fueling his thoughts “No.” Nostalgia glazed over his eyes as the smoke finally escaped through a charming smile, his eyes focusing on nothing as he was lost in the past, “I have to admit that it was lust, but not for her body, for her blood.” He let the words fill the room as he put out his cigarette slowly twisting extinguishing the sparks, and then taking his time lighting another one with a long thoughtful drag.    “You killed people?&#

    Sweet Tea, the blood of the South. Loved for its sweetness, or at least needed because of the sugar addiction. I am not really sure. I have learned to associate the drink with mourning and death. The five gallons sitting before me on the table I ate all of my childhood meals at, have no different story.  Dad just died yesterday, and already it has begun; the slew of visitors bringing their condolences, their fried chicken, and their damned sweet tea. Maybe it is a Southern rite of passage. You cannot properly mourn until you’ve overloaded your dopamine receptors with the crack cocaine of sugar.      I began to notice this trend was

  “Would I say that I fell in love with her at first sight?” he paused in thought as he took a long drag from his cigarette, and held the smoke in as if it was fueling his thoughts. “No.” Nostalgia glazed over his eyes as the smoke finally escaped through a charming smile, his eyes focusing on nothing as he was lost in the past, “I have to admit that it was lust, but not for her body, for her blood”. He let the words fill the room as he put out his cigarette slowly twisting the spark out of the cherry, and then slowly lighting another one with a slow drag.  “You killed people?” Startled at his

"That tickles!”, he laughed tiredly in the high pitch raspy tone he uses when he is being funny. I give his neck another kiss. “It’s time to get up”, I hate to say the words ending our mini vacation.  We have spent the weekend at a resort my best friend from childhood invited us to with her timeshare. It is 9:30 and we have to be on the road by 11:00. I look at my husband’s face to see if he is awake. After 29 years of marriage I still cannot tell if his eyes are open or not under his long eyelashes. His smile tells me he’s awake and I can’t help but feel warm when looking at him. When he is happy hi

You’re sick We gathered around to lend a hand We became infected with agony The more you deny your plight Slowly they slip away Decaying from anguish As you lash out in self destruction I stand alone now Everyone has stopped caring As have I I stand here with innocence on my hip Shielding the virtuous bundle I walk away You’re a bitch, and you’ll die alone You will say it’s because we were sick and weak Refusing responsibility for the plague of your life choices

 This really isn't the first memory this is just the first one I have decided to record. I will have to catch up in fill in the blanks such as Becky or out first week in this house at another time. For now we are going to talk about the Lucky Mushroom. Our bathroom has the smelly brown carpet that somewhat reminds me of the orange and brown felt couch from the 80's that my Aunt Gayle used to have (you know the one with felt cushions on the rustic over waxed wood frame). Thought I have made my best effort to remain positive about our humble abode by chanting $150 a month over and over, I cannot bring myself to not complain about this carpet

 PREVIOUSLY Steam flowed from Haruhi's head ," And how does he explain multiple women fawning over his every move when she already thought that he was involved with someone, now he looks like a player!" "WE HAVE FAILED MORINOZUKA!" Tamaki cried out as his hands gestured toward Amelia with tears in her eyes running away into the indoor jungle embarrassed and hurt. "Yeah!", the twins chimed in eyeing Kyoya suspiciously, "This was all your idea!" Kyoya just smile slyly. "Amelia!", everyone's eyes snapped to the emotion that poured from Mori's voice, he sprinted after her. As the bushes stop swaying behind him thunder crashed. Kyoya eyed his

 Previously! "So our dearest princess Amelia," Tamaki saw the opportunity and took it with out invite, "it seems that you are a suitress of our dearest Mori am I wrong?" Mori let out a groan of discomfort as his eyes grew big and he froze at Tamaki's bold statement. He looked at Haruhi for help but before she could come up with a witty way to change the conversation Amelia answered. "Oh," she blushed and kept eye contact with the table, "Well, yes, I guess you  could say that," the entire club aside from Mori began to relax. "But he is in a relationship with someone else…" her voice almost seemed hurt and Mori's jaw hit the table as