Ever have a conversation where crap just spews out of your mouth and then you immediately have that "what the hell did I just say" feeling. I'm really not that much of a retard. Yep me neither (hangs head. *mmm. . .vino* Can't find a lighter for my candles.
*I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be/A little gambling is fun when you're with me/Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun/And baby when it's love if it's not rough it isn't fun, fun*
I hate rude people seriously. shove it up your ass, I'm not trying to screw you over, looks like you can do that all by yourself
On a girlie dance/pop music kick
A bridget without the happy ending. Ha! Like that massage workshop I went to - No happy ending here! lol. Crap.
* I'm shiny and I know it, Don't know why you wanna blow it, Need a man who likes it rough, likes it rough, likes it rough*
Feel like I'm running on a hampster wheel - which reminds me, I need to work out. Feeling okay now, but afraid to push it. I cut calories last week, maybe that is what caused my incident. Which reminds me to get a multivitamin. Plan on waiting till I have a job with benefits to complete blood work. Good excuse? Probably not, but I'm running with it to avoid unpleasantness.
*I fall off the edge of my mind for you*
It's time to start subbing again, yep. Need the money, but it's so hard to motivate myself to go. But if I don't (says the angel on my shoulder, I won't be able to pay my bills *damn*) I have a feeling I'm going to have to borrow some mulah this month. Shit.
*Is that money in your pocket, or are you happy to see me?*
Okay, def tipsy now. Drunken dance ensuing. Grabbing a little more.
*Waking up and you're next to me/Wrap me up in your arms and back to sleep/Lay my head on your chest and drift away/Dream of you and I'm almost half awake*
Sex kitten? Really? Come here, meow.
Need passion/a purpose. Hot passion. Okay, I'm a little more than tipsy at this point.
*Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until that boy is mine*
Wanna bet, I'll erase this crap tomorrow? haha, It's 11:20, am I subbing tomorrow - probably not. Work is just not making me happy right now. I need something I enjoy. Some fun has to be had at some point. That's what she said? Alright maybe i should stop this shit now. I know my blog has turned into one big whine, but where else am i to do it.
*Nothing about you is typical
Nothing about you is predicable
You got me all twisted & confused (it's all new)
Up til now i thought i knew love...Baby, you're so unusual.
Didn't anyone tell you you're supposed to break my heart.
I expect you to.
So why haven't you?*
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