June 12, 2011
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Ronan. Sunday has always been my least favorite day. Sundays to me are depressing, sad, and I’ve never liked them. Why should today be any different? Let’s start with the fact that I didn’t fall asleep until 6:30 a.m. I had an awful night last night of worrying about you, about life, and I couldn’t…Ambien, angels, anger, arizona, AZ, best friends, Bill Murray, Bloody Sunday, blue eyed boy, Brass in Pocket, Breaking the rules, bullshit, Cancer, childhood cancer, Childhood Disease, Coma induced sleep, Coronado, Coronado California, Demons, dreams, Family, Flip Flops, honesty, Laguna, Liam, life, little seal, Lost in Translation, maya thompson, Mr. Sparkly Eyes, Neuroblastoma, Phoenix, pool party, Quinn, Rockstar Ronan, Scarlett Johansson, Scars, souls, Star Wars, stubborness, Sunday, Surfing, swimming, tears, The Coronado Shores, The Ronan Thompson Foundation, twins, woody thompson
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