Hey people, Blue comin at chu’ on a new entry. I wrote the poem I promised to write for my first real love Pink Bear, sent in to her yesterday. Hope she digs it cause I was being pretty honest. Of course I haven’t seen her around for awhile, wonder if she’s still in town. Hmmmm…anywayz I’m getting a couple of good vibes since I sent her that poem, I have a renewed passion to write songs for my band all of sudden, Vito and I have been hanging out a lot more, his like the brother I never had (instead I got me a grumpy old grandpa that prefers to tell me about his days as a motorcycle mechanic ). The sky seems sunnier than usual, I haven’t had any encounters with my two stokers lately and Tommy, the bands violinist and bass player, is not asking me questions about my intentions toward Pink. I find it a bit irritating that he is still so hung up on her.  He usually isn’t that attached to a girl that he went on one date with, of course I guess Pink would have that effect on a guy, I only had to see her once and I can’t stop thinking about her no matter how many times our paths crossed.*sigh*That pink hair of hers is hard to forget too, smells like cherries and peachs.*doesn’t realize that he knocked over a cup of peach and cherry juice somewhere in the room*I still can smell it now, so fruity. 

Well enough about the girl I might marry one day, haha!  I got lots of pratice to do*plays two strings on his gituar*plus I’m checking out this anomous letter I got:

Please meet me at Cafe Cinnamon, I know that you’re probably very busy and don’t have time to waste chasing unknown personnel but I would appreciate your attention to this letter.

sign: the silent girl

I wonder what she has to say to me.  All the same I am over due for a nice warm muffin and a cup of mint flavored tea, so I’ll take her up on that offer.  Mmmmmm…alright ya’ll, type yu later.