update (6-15-07)
Lot going on in my life right now.. Josh's baby is coming soon, Ben's about to be deployed to Iraq... I'm starting at a local college this fall. I know I haven't been on in a really long while, so if you want to talk to me, leave me a myspace message.
www.myspace.com/promise_carved_in_stone

I can't wait to see evereybody in August :D

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I don't have a lot of time to write all the things I want to say, so here are the basics...

[i am just waiting for life to begin]
[and i will be patient until then]


I love: the 'what ifs'. irony. smoking a cigarette and watching the rain hit the ocean. life. love. metal. rocks. conversating. music. endless possibilities. debating the end of the world. magic (though I don't believe in it). making people happy. making people exercise their minds. moshing. expression.


I don't tolerate: liars. thieves. blockers. ignorance. intolerance. cruelty. injustice. the smell of eggs, tuna, or pumpernickel bread.


Where Rachel is at in life:
I'm moving to Colorado. I have to get out of South Florida before I smoke my life away.

I draw when I have the time and motivation, which isn't often. I left my sketchbook at a relatives house over the holidays, so when I get it back expect new stuff.


A quick sketch of a Chanel model from 'Glamour' magazine.

Feel free to send me a message. I don't bite (hard).
Notes: I don't do MSN, or any type of midnight horniness from strangers, so don't ask. Also... I have enough to think about without you adding your sack o' problems to it. So if I don't know you well, please keep your fake depression to yourself. Thanks.

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I've got nothing to lose
and the world to gain
If I could just find it
Wish I knew what it was
All I know is I breathe for it
I need if more than anything
I would gladly die for it
If I never find it
My entire life is wasted
I have to have it
I know I'm dying without it
Each sunrise I die a little more
Every day I fight for it
& Every night I dream of it
Escapism is the only way
I can function without it
So I smoke myself numb
Drink til oblivion
and pass out fiending for it
Wake up crying out to my empty room for absolution
If I can never have it or know it, kill me.

-By me. 3-24-07