Notes.
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you're gonna let me in
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
So if you have a minute why don't we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go
So why don't we go
da.weirdo
I might have lost a nut
But that doesn't mean I'm nuts
They say I got guts
And that I couldn't care a fanny fart
Juicy details about me, does it need to be written?
When you have all the blog for you to read on
Enjoy it all while things last
Gotta catch up when time's going so fast!
P.S: It pains me to realize I suck at writing rhymes. HAHAHA!
At least I tried!
Monday, August 28, 2006
Ok, first thing first, ok I didn't meet up to yesterday's promise of more posts coming up. hahaha! But like anyone cared?
So I'm done with that.
Ok next: I hate to admit it. But I'm hooked onto club r'n'b beats. << Erm the next line will be far more dangerous of a confession than the previous one you've just read.
I'm hooked onto
Paris Hilton's Turn It Up! Argggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!
Shit.
It's just infectiously contagious. << Erm, actually both words meant the same. I just wanted to emphasized on its dangerous effect it has on the innocents!
Bite my nails....
City of Weirdos. 9:48 AM
