My father works for Intel. He used to jump around jobs a lot and worked construction quite a bit. I just wish he had gone back for his Engineering degree sooner and not worked himself so hard.

This is a poem I wrote awhile back about three people in my life that were changing everything for me...


I'm flying high,
Falling into a tailspin,
That seems to never end,
And I never learned how to fly.
He pushed me off the cliff,
I managed at first,
Until the wind hit me.
The strong wind,
Power behind every strike.
He knocked me off my course,
Now I'm falling without a shred of hope.
The wind tosses me back and forth,
Indecision engulfing me,
While he stares,
Unfazed,
From the cliff.
The wind stops as I hit the ground,
The jolt enough to throw me from my seat,
I escape the burning wreckage,
Not a minute too soon.
My once safe haven,
Now ablaze before my eyes.
My life in flames in front of me,
My lust the indecision and my downfall,
My love the cause of it all.

Whoops, double post, sorry!

I think people should love someone in spite of what they look like, not for it.

NOT enough

3 pairs of pants?