money doesnt always make me happy.
i use my LJ posts to post on xanga with my mood and stuff. idk, i just stopped doing it. but i'm back, and probably will be for a while
Well, glad you're back. :)
Do you have a lot of money?
I can think of a lot of things I could buy for my son and myself to make things easier.. finish college and what not.. you know, good stuff like that.
yes. happy mother's day.
it seems like a lot of work. :P
lol, it is. ;) And thank you.
Happy Mother's Day Hun!!! :)
If i had a ton of money there are many things that I could do with it just to ease the stress of things in my house and the homes of my friends & family...I would definitely share as that is what would make me happy....I like to see things made easier for people as there are many other things that they should think abotu rather than bills & money etc
Happy Mothers day sweetheart! :)
And exactly. There's so much good that we can do for others, and ourselves with money.. It would be nice to be rich.
Happy Mother's Day!
haha, money's nice... but there are inumerable things which are nicer:):)
Of course, but money usually makes even those things improved, don't you think? ;)
And thanks, dear. :)
Happy Mom's Day, i have a 2.5 year old son myself
i believe that money can't make you happy in most instances. if i had just enough money so that i could take my wife and kid to places like the zoo and park and stuff everyweek end that'd make me happy,
Happy Mother's Day Randomposting! =D
I've always had an issue with money... cuz I know someone that isn't all that great with managing their money... and then there's the whole fact that society depends on it for one to live a decent life... even though I kinda wish money wasn't such a big thing... but see why it is... haha idk it's all confusing when i try to explain it... but makes sense in my head... =P
Thank you! :)
And yes, I understand what you're saying. ;)
Sorry about the creepy depressing post, but money can't buy happiness, but its always good when its there.
He said he loved me, he promised me everything. I told him we would never be, but he still wanted to see me.
The room was dark but warm, he invited me in his home, and here I would myself. I know his wants and expectations, and I knew I wouldn’t deliver them. He smiled when he greeted me, the smile you can only give someone after years of being apart. I never fully realized how much I affected him. He grabbed his jacket, and then signaled me to the door and we left. He looked good, I always admired his taste in clothing, he had also lost weight and seemed to have been working out more since I had last seen him.
The car ride to the restaurant was decent, we talked about what we had been doing educationally since we last were together. I could tell he was on the path to becoming an attorney. I told him of my plans in Law as well, everything was small talk mostly. The Cadillac finally arrived at the bistro, I couldn’t believe he talked me into coming here. This date was already more romantic than any others I had already been on, but the truth remained, I loved my boyfriend, and not this man sitting next to me.
He walked with me side by side to out table, it was on the top floor of the swanky french restaurant. Our seats overlooked the rest of the place, we hovered over everyone. A jazz band was playing downstairs, the melodic music drifted to our ears and set the mood. I had to keep reminding myself that he wasn’t my boyfriend. We ate out food and talked about our futures and politics. He kept trying to sway the conversation towards love, but I resisted.
Afterwards we headed to the hotel room he had bought, I was firm with him that we would not engage in any sexual acts. He said he knew, but I knew that we had other intentions. I couldn’t believe that I had let him get this far with me. I did this all for him, so that he could just have his one time with me, to ease his pain and suffering. We were in the penthouse suite at the Hilton, I kept asking him why he was spending all this money on me, and telling him that no matter how much he spent he would never have me. He smiled back at me, and looked into my eyes sadly and said “It doesn’t matter, this is my only night with you, I want it to be special.” I blushed and craked a little as I said “okay”, I admit, I fell a little for him.
That night we both lay together in the bed talking. After he asked politely I let him hold me, he closed his eyes and rested his head on my neck. He whispered to me that “This is what I wanted, I have lived my life waiting for the dream to become reality.” A tear ran down my cheek and onto him, I said “I am sorry, I am so sorry” I could feel his heat beat against my body, I could only guess what he was feeling. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes, and said “I love you” then tried to kiss me, I let him.
Full of regret I was about to say that the kiss should never had happened. He spoke before me and said “I will always love you, you are the last thing I want to see before I die” I responded “What are you talking about!?” He choked on his own breath, then I saw his lips covered in blood. He had stabbed himself in the chest. “Love me” he told me just before his eyes closed and clenched me close, and died in my arms.
That's beautiful, and... rather disturbing. Did you write it?
2005-05-11 12:04 pm (UTC)
A random word of advice...
Never get into a fight with an ugly person, because said individual has nothing to lose.
You're not the only one who is allowed to be random.