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i hate, hate, hate my hair right now. it isnt cooperating with anything i want it to do. i am growing it out and it is at such a horrible stage. i am thinking of cutting it all of again, and bleaching it. but, then again, i want it longer. god dammit i dont know......
ok, when Brandon Boyd wrote this song he was super horny.
Is everything a baited hook?
and are there locks on all doors?
if your're looking for an open book
look no further, I am yours
We'll behave like animals
swing from tree to tree
we can do anything
that turns you up and sets you free
You're an exception to the rule
you're a bonafide rarity
you're all I ever wanted
southern girl, could you want me?
So come outside and walk with me
we'll try each other on to see if we fit
and with our roots, become a tree
to shade what we make under it
We'll behave like animals
swing from tree to tree
we can do anything
that turns you up and sets you free
You're an exception to the rule
you're a bonafide rarity
you're all I ever wanted
southern girl, could you want me?
You're an exception to the rule
you're a bonafide rarity
you're all I ever wanted
southern girl, could you want me?
southern girl, could you want me?
southern girl, could you want me?
southern girl, could you want me?
southern girl, could you want me?
southern girl, could you want me?
southern girl, could you want me?
southern girl
I have this friend. We will call him...Jack. Jack is a jackass, plain and simple. he pisses me of SO much, yet i love him dearly as a friend. and i dont know what to do. i mean everytime i tal kto him, i feel like him, or myself. i am so confuzzled. i just wont think about it i guess.....
i need to see Secret Window again. i also need to see Edward Scissorhands, because it has been way to long since i have seen that. i do believe that is the hottest Johnny has ever looked *in Edward Scissorhands*. really i do.
tried to go to the library to get Prozac Nation, and to look for Secret Window, but i had no way to get there, mom was busy.
just ate some McDonald's cookies, and they were damn good. about the only thing from McDonald's that is worth eating.
last night i wanted to get one of my pins out to put on my tie that i was wearing, but i couldnt find the bag that i normally keep all of them in. so i began to feverishly hunt aroung my room. i couldnt find it. so by the end of the night, my whole room was completly torn apart. i had looked everywhere. but could i find the damn bag?...no. the only place i had left was my old purses *yes i looked EVERYWHERE* and guess what...there was the damn motherfucking bag of pins. how in the hell it got there, i have no clue whatsoever. my god, my life is so boring, i spent Sunday night looking for a bag of pins.
it is time for me to leave-
~!BYE!~