pothead

at the ranch

happy birthday!

shining stars

hugs

back that ASS up

keg stand

drinking buddies

a letter of plea

George and I used to be bestest of friends.
True he did get into a lot of trouble and I’d always have to bail him out.
All the times he would call me up late at night drunk needing a ride,
there was that time I had to take out my savings to pay his dealer.
Then when he ran away from the service, he of course came to my house!
I almost caught some trouble for that one, but thank god for his family name.
But I didn’t mind doing these things for him, because we were friends.
Ever since he left for the Whitehouse in 2000 life hasn’t been the same.
I still remember his last words “don’t cry, it’s only for four months.”
I didn’t even have the heart to tell him it was four... years.
I just wiped my tears and said to him "if I'm lucky, it will only be four months."
And I really meant that, he smiled and gave me a hug good bye.
But it wasn't four months, it should've been, but it wasn't.
And those four years were by far the most painful four years of my life,
but I was so sure he’d be back by now.
But now he’s staying for more. I don’t think I could handle the hurt anymore.
He hasn’t even called me once, I watch the news you know,
he’s always on vacation, I know he’s got the time.
I wish he would just take a permanent vacation,
leave office and come home to me.

I hope when he sees these he will remember what he is missing...

To anyone else that comes across this journal,
please help and get him out of office now.