all alone on my buoy... amungst dangerous waters...

My heart belongs to one... my mind to other... Everyday my mind wanders... in a dream like state... I smile... he is holding me... I melt... could this be??? Everyday I wonder... would he have me??? would he love??? is it worth giving up all that I have... for a chance... that I may "swing" him my way??? Everyday freaking day... I smile with the first thought of him in my mind... then as quick as it appeared... my smile vanishes... with the thought he is laying with some Joe... Oh my mind is boggled over Mr. Fernando Fitzpatrick McCallahan Diaz Romanowski III... Why won't he swing my way? Save my from the buoy within the torturous storm in my mind... a storm he has created... and a storm that will leave me utterly destroyed... Why?!?! P.S. Mr. Fernando Fitzpatrick McCallahan Diaz Romanowski III... I am really hurt.... you have been with a member of Chrachess... and it was not me... why?!?!

Nate's Meaning of Beverages...

By beverages do you mean getting drunk? Because I am not in the loop on the bever-ages. Hahah, beverages is bever ages. You are gonna drink an old beaver. Hope its got a good dam.