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[05 Jul 2003|04:19pm] [ mood | sleepy ] [ music | Leci downstairs ] Wow...so much to say. Leci and I are getting married on my birthday. *grins* I got the rings, the tuxes on order, now I just need the boys to fill them. I kinda wanted to ask this in person, but I haven't been around...not really in contact with people. Mike? Would you be one of my groomsmen? You're like a saint to my babygirl, and I'd love if you'd be one of my groomsmen. Dom? I know you're the ring bearer, but would you also be one of my groomsmen? You're wonderful to Leci...and a good friend to me. Alright, enough with the mushy stuff. The leg is much better. I'm up and walking around and riding my bike some. It still hurts, but it's better. *yawns* Time for nap. 5 || Hart Attack

[20 Jun 2003|05:53am] [ mood | horny ] [ music | Beeping answering machine, moans in the background... ] *answer machine picks up* You've reached Carey Hart's Las Vegas home. Sorry, Carey can't come to the phone right now because he's making love to his fiancee. Yes, fiancee. Carey is engaged. Love Carey, because Carey is happy, giddy, and all around excited. He's celebrating with Alecia as you sit on the phone and listen to this annoying message. Would you like to listen in? Too bad...their bedroom extraviganza will most likely last several days and they'll need days to rest afterwards. Now onto the basic bullshit. If you're looking for Carey, his leg is healing well and he hopes to be up and on crutches within the next few days. If you're looking for Alecia, she's alive and doing well. She promises to hand out cookies to those that she owes them to. Otherwise, blah blah, they're not available, leave a message at the mother fucking beep. PEACE! 6 || Hart Attack

[19 Jun 2003|05:16pm] [ mood | sad ] What do you expect from me? What am I not giving you? What could I do for you, To make me okay in your eyes? 6 || Hart Attack

[18 Jun 2003|05:42am] [ mood | crushed ] [ music | Hospital TV ] *upset, went out for a drive on my Harley but tears clouding my vision, hits a sharp turn too fast, bike leaning over too much, wipes out, bike sliding, my leg getting road rash and the inside getting burned by the exhaust pipe, hitting my head in the process, laying in the road, half concious, groaning from pain, bike totally worked, road rash on my side and arm, Matt finds me and calls 911, gets taken to the hospital* 3 || Hart Attack

[17 Jun 2003|03:59am] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Leci's breathing ] *sighs softly, my arms tightly around her sleeping form, holding her close to me, eyes closed, laying in bed* She loves me. She told me she's loved me every single day she was gone. She told me she's missed me. And god have I missed her. I want to make everything alright. I want to make her happy. I wish I could take her pain away. I'd do anything to make her happy. Oh...mental note to self. Learn how to calm self so when you're having a touching moment with the little woman, your erection doesn't try to come busting out of your pajama pants. *cuddles up tighter with Leci, kissing her hair, slowing falling asleep* 1 || Hart Attack

[16 Jun 2003|12:56am] [ mood | ecstatic ] [ music | Her soft breathing on my chest... ] *smiles widely* Lil' momma is back. I'ma kill the jackass that hurt my baby, but she's back in the crib and staying with me until further notice. I've got our whole day planned out tomorrow. Wake up late, pack a lunch for us before she wakes up (subs, beer, and a FlufferNutterNanner sandwich), head out on the Harley to Vegas, stop and eat along the way, get into Vegas and gamble for awhile, go to some bars and strip clubs like we used to, then crash in our suite that we always get at Circus Circus. Then on Tuesday...maybe I'll take her to see Cirque du Solei. Then some more bars. Maybe I'll strip on the bar again. Hmm...PARTY IN VEGAS, CAREY AND LECI STYLE! Bring Harleys, leather, and lots of vodka. We're turning Leci back into the bad girl we know she is. And who got kissed by Leci today? Oh...it was me! Haha! You all feel REAL crunchy now. *celebrates* *runs back to bed, jumping into bed, curling up with her, holding her close to me* 6 || Hart Attack

Broken... [14 Jun 2003|05:33am] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Foxy and Eddie jumping on the bed... ] Did the back and forth comment thing with Leci. Not sure I'm happy with the outcome. Seems the little lady is too busy for a friend. *sighs and shrugs* No skin off my nose. ARGH! It frustrates me that my layout kicks ass and yet my icons look like fresh shit in the noon-day sun. To-do List: 1. Make new icons. 2. Make an update of substance. 3. Drag Leci's ass to Las Vegas. 4. Feed Foxy and Eddie. 5. Clean the Harley. 6. Consider new tattoo possibilities. 7. Study dictionary for important-sounding words to broaden vocabulary from "dude," "totally," "rad," "worked," and "rippin'." *sticks the to-do list on the fridge and nods approval, heads up to the bedroom, peeling my t-shirt off my back and throwing it into the hamper, strips out of my black pants, sets my wallet and wallet chains on the table, pulls on a pair of flanel pajama pants and crawls in bed, pulling up the covers, attempting a few hours of sleep* 3 || Hart Attack

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