yvaughn

NYC was fucking fantastic! i only use the F word there because when i came back i said it for some reason like every other word. it was pretty bogus.

TODAY is exactly one month until i get married! i'm excited! i cant wait to go to San Pancho, Ben just informed me we are renting a jeep! thats gonna be some amazing fun. plus he looks sexy in jeeps. ; ) but of course always as well.

Tomorrow i sign the lease on our rental house! i'm excited about that! i need my own space bad. i'm sick of not having a spick and span kitchen that stays clean while i'm at work, ya know just the bull shit stuff you get your way when you have your own place. i'm looking forward to this as well. i start moving in on Sat, hopefully sooner if i can wing it.

Today i'm going for a female check-up to make sure all my gears are well oiled and i'm ready for wedding take off so as not to crash into becoming preggers.

Thursday night BBQ at Paul and Crystals, mixed drinks and beer, it will be a nice summer night. i hope i feel better though, i've seemed to have caught sof's summer cold.

Wish me luck, i am overloaded at this point.

-Vaughn

Tonight is New York City Eve, for Benjamin, Jace, Dylan, Sarah, and myself.

Ben & Jace will be Air guitaring it up yet again but this time in NYC at the Bowery Ball Room.

We got one the the last two tickets available on Bens flight, I can't believe it worked out so smoothly seeing's how it was two nights before our departure.

We wanna go out, drink, dance, make-out, make the most.

planning on allowing myself to soak up everything and be amazed by the big ole city.

I desire to ride in a Crayon Box colored cab.

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To be Continued upton my return. . . . . . .

City Lights In my Eyes
Yvaughn Oliver.

Gimme an F!
F!
Gimme an U!
U!
Gimme an C!
C!
Gimme an K!
K!
What's that spell ?
FUCK!
What's that spell ?
FUCK!
What's that spell ?
FUCK!
Yeah, come on all of you, big strong men,
Uncle Sam needs your help again.
He's got himself in a terrible jam
Way down yonder in Vietnam
So put down your books and pick up a gun,
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Your big chance has come at last.
Gotta go out and get those reds —
The only good commie is the one who's dead
And you know that peace can only be won
When we've blown 'em all to kingdom come.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Huh!
Well, come on Wall Street, don't move slow,
Why man, this is war au-go-go.
There's plenty good money to be made
By supplying the Army with the tools of the trade,
Just hope and pray that if they drop the bomb,
They drop it on the Viet Cong.
And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, don't hesitate,
Send 'em off before it's too late.
Be the first one on your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die.

I don't see him much anymore, in fact only 1/3 of my time is spent at his physical side.
I sleep on his side of the bed every night.
Hes like a lolly pop, but you can only have one lick at a time and then wrap its sweet gesture up and store it way for another day.

it leaves me feeling thirsty, but i thankful. there are many that eat all of their candy up handfuls at a time and in return I'd like to think they just get in a "sticky situation" even though I know i am lying to myself and cant wait for that day to greet me. that was just a bad metaphor.

fact is...i miss Ben. I miss being with my best friend everyday, not just some days.

-we me