Antonia

My song-of-the-day is posted at the bottom. I love it. It's sweet.
I'm terrified for the day [indiana jones] when my father dies. Even thinking about it gives me a near panic attack, or at least some of the symptoms.
Speaking of PAs, I'm starting to get them on a regular basis. I had to pull over today because I was freaking out so bad. But it's not like they're brought on by nothing, they always have a trigger like bad roads or adrenaline...
But I shouldn't feel that freaked out. And I hate my heart beating funny and my eyes going nuts.
Oh well.
[notch in your bedpost]
So, I caught my father listening to my iTunes the other day. He admitted that my music is good. I was happy. It was cool. Noun verb adjective.

I hate travelers.[poptarts and sex] The roads closed today and I had to deal with them all fucking eight hours.
but.
I am the
QUEEN
or customer service.

I deserve a raise :)

Imma kill Ike, though.


She makes a lot of abstract art
She haggles for the cheapest price
She never orders take out food before ten o'clock at night
She really into snowmobiles
She owns a lot of nice flashlights
She cares for all the stupid cats that never found their way home
She shaves her legs with Ginsu knives
She quotes a lot of Annie Hall
She misplaced her virginity back in 1995
She's what's keeping me alive
She the pizza of my eye
Without her near me I would not survive

It gets cold when she's not around
I float until I sink and am swallowed up
It's so cold when she's not around
I wait for her to come home and tell me I'll be fine

She's always eating Captain Crunch
She sings a lot of Ben Folds Five
She's scared to death of cobra snakes
Just like Indiana Jones
She tells the dumbest knock-knock jokes
She drinks a lot of Chardonnay
She hates the way I comb my hair
But she married me last June
She was the bride I was the groom
I cried a lot and then we spooned
Without her in my life I would be doomed

It gets cold when she's not around
I float until I sink and am swallowed up
It's so cold when she's not around
I wait for her to come home and tell me I'll be fine
Tell me I'll be fine

She loves the smell of Christmas trees
She sneezes when she sees bright lights
She fainted on the kitchen floor
When her father passed away
Our baby girl is due this may
And when the little lady grows up
I hope that she will be just like her mother