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Our little Christmas [Nov. 25th, 2004|11:33 pm]
[Current Mood |lovedI Love you Lisa my Princess...]
[Current Music |That music in my head.]

Damnit. Things took a mega turn for the worse. I got in a fight with my dad and wound up knocked out for a couple minutes and with a bloody lip. I really need Lisa cuz this is freaking me out and I'm sorta just freaking out in general. But she either doesn't understand that I'm freaking out and need her right now, or she doesn't care. I'm sure it's the first one though. Because she loves me. mhmm. I sorta also just wish I knew where she was and who she was with. I wont say anymore on that here. Thats between me and her.
...I was watching TV with my uncle earlier and this commercial came on. The kind thats all sappy family kind. Usually I blow them off. Beacause A. no family is really like that. B. I HATE my own family. and C. No ones ever made me happy enough to see anything good. Yet, lying on my couch I find myself picturing Lisa and I in a living room with two kids. And we're all happy. And somewhere in the background that same cheesy christmas music is playing. The tree is in the corner and its decorated with pretty things. And because we're weird, we have halloween lights on our christmas tree. The little jack-o-lanterns and skulls glowing against the green. And theres lots of presents under the tree for the kids. And presents for Lisa. For my Princess. And when it gets late, we send the kids up to bed because santa wont come if they're not asleep. Then Lisa and I head for our bed, where we cuddle and kiss and fall asleep in eachothers arms. In the morning the kids wake us up, and we all go to the living room. We watch the kids laugh and play as they open their presents, and I watch Lisa smile as she opens her present from me and then kisses me with happy tears in her eyes. We sit together and watch the kids play as we talk. Evrything is perfect, because it's with her. Because we are with our children. OUR children. And the gold of her ring is gently reflecting the fire from the fireplace as we cuddle on the couch. Our life is perfect. Because we are together. Yeah, it seems ridiculous. When the love of your life is on your mind, it's amazing what you can imagine. Just from a cheesy family commercial, with cheap classic christmas music. I love you Lisa.