Chicken grease in the drain again

Damn the man. I know John loves me!! He let me cut his hair!! O_o !! I know its wild.. but yeap.. his hair is cut... For those of you who dont know..,. his hair is (WAS!!!) longer than mine!! Here's a pic of my hair : bt it actually a little longer than tha now cuz that pic is a wee bit old.. But yeah. his hair is gone.. GONE I tell you.. And he let ME cut it.. is he madd? Hahah just kidding..I can cut hair.. heheh. I trimmed Megans hair the other nite in the dim porch light w/ no comb hhah! skills.. no im kidding.. but yeah his hairs cut.. and he likes it!! yay!! and I LOVE it!! yay!! Ill post a pic of his hair as soon as we get this film developed.. Grarr so in other news.. is there other news? Uhmm not really.. Me and John are going to see Megan today for hr b-day shin-dig and everyone n their momma will be there probably and I dont know what the tension level is up in the madness but Im sure everything will be fine.. I got Megan a Good Charlotte cd for her b-day.. She liked it. Im glad.. I love Megan cuz she's so deliciousssssssssss .. hahah.. poo pooo pooooo heres a pic of Megan but her har is a lot longer now too hahah..WTF never mind.. now I'm mad.. Like two of my folders on Yahoo photos are like.. not there.. just gone I tell you.. Whats up w/ that? Well boo I dont have a pic of Megan now until I upload all them damn pics again.. But I'll do that soon .. so its all good.. Heres some crap I wrote.. I kinda like itShivery sweeteach day resembling more of the lastas day turns to niteturns to falli watch the leaves danceleaving red and gold tracersimprinted in the mindcrushed beneath my weathered stepsthe cold air is inviting in many waysleaves my lungs burning with cleanmy mind cleared for the first time in monthsi can think without feeling redundant in my discourse.and the sun twists bowing under the earthand day leaves us againscreaming onto a china mans dreamsand leaving us lost in the shadows wishing on yesterdays starsspring...and i feel almost safe.close to completionunder your hands being molded i feel there is no barrierjust skin on skintiptoe through the thought processit reminds me of that songthat you can never remember the words tobut leaves you with the taste of springon the tip of yur tongue and a sweet melody in mindfrolic in the high grassthe rains begin and i feel boxed indreary weather for a not so calm personastrip my clothes and invite youlets make mud angelsunder the pelting spring rainamidst the clover and honeysuckle bushesand nite seems to dissapeareach day growing longer in our freedomthe rains dryonce disliked now a memoryof being in your armstogether and dirtybut i never felt so cleani feel you never leftjust like the sun never didyou seem to be in likeness with the suni frolic through the last spring daysawaiting the pools to open and good fishing on the lakelooking high for my new found friendbut like the spring flowers you bloom quickly and leave my with a sweet scent in mindbut no fresh cut flowers for my vase in the morningnight jumps into controland keeps me insidewhere it is safe from goodbye'si stop smelling the air for your returnand become content with that which surrounds mesummer slams me to the groundknocking my breath away leaving my thoughts stickily swimminghot in the back of my mindand justified in wanting the ACyou seem to be a hot day'sroad mirrage that you always seebut quickly disapears right before you reach itlike the rainbows i used to chasebefore my sister told methat there is no leprachaunno goldand no end of the rainbowi remember cryingthinking i had been duped againremembering picking cloveralways searching for that fourth leaf brings my mind to remember youour spring flingbut summer has comeand where does it leave us?the hot sun scorches down on usmelting us to the earthjust wax figures waiting to be demolishedby the harsh sunclose the eyesfeel the flameand smell the flowers once againthe end damnit ^_^ - Late