i don't believe it. jim hamilton is dead. just yesterday, i was actually considering trying to contact him, and maybe hooking back up. at least talking with each other again. i really miss him. laugh @ myself. /sarcastically/ i even had the nerve, to think, 'what if he's married?' and i had gotten so hurt, with that thought. hell! i'd rather that he were married, then he had died! and i can't find any one who knows anything about it. and my name phone is out of minutes. jeeze. the fantasies i was creating. and he's dead. god damn bastard. how could he die on me? he's suppose to still be here, so we could be together again. fuck. i really am alone now.
incurable romantic (slap me in the head, there's no such thing except in books...and sarah mccarthy's husband) crone Female (duh) Southwestern Virginia, Mother of 2, dog, 2 cats, Redhead, Queen of Wands. Books. Books Books Books! When I grow up, I want to be a "Computer Geek"
(I'll never grow up, i'll never grow up, tinker bell where are you?)