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manolo blahnik is lovebrought to you by the isLove Generator
its totally funny how what people get really does correspond to them with this thing. manolos really are love. yay.
i would fully update but in order to do that id have to care...or think...and i dont wish to partake in such strenuous activities.
hes gone. and im not sure if im happy about that or sad or whatnot...but hes gone and im sure ill be all the better for not having to see him all the time and wistfully sigh at what might have been had he not been an idiot who couldnt see what was right in front of him. not that im still bitter or anything, just saying.
and (in my grand tradition)i have moved on although to whom i have moved shall be my little secret until i decide if i mean it or not. it would never work...but it might be fun. and entertainment is what life is about.
Carolling tomorrow @ 550 Biltmore Way @ 8:30. come and see if we triumph or fall flat on our faces. its like those choose your own ending books but without the nasty burden of choosing your own ending. = p
who wants to help me make flag poles? are you a polack? do you own a napsack?
ive got desperate desires and unadmirable plans. i almost feel sorry for what im gunna do. i will lie awake and fake the way i hold you while you fall for every empty word i say...
...i wish i may, i wish i might sleep softly in my bed tonight.
and dream of things too soft to touch, so beautiful to see that they may only exist in a dream.
i wish i might i wish i may see your face there when i awake.
so beautiful, so soft to touch...to hear i love you very much.
and if i wake before i die, ill wake while in your arms i ly.
for no where else on heavn or earth, no sunset nor a joyous birth
could match your beauty or your might...
or the dreams ill have of you tonight.
its totally funny how what people get really does correspond to them with this thing. manolos really are love. yay.
i would fully update but in order to do that id have to care...or think...and i dont wish to partake in such strenuous activities.
hes gone. and im not sure if im happy about that or sad or whatnot...but hes gone and im sure ill be all the better for not having to see him all the time and wistfully sigh at what might have been had he not been an idiot who couldnt see what was right in front of him. not that im still bitter or anything, just saying.
and (in my grand tradition)i have moved on although to whom i have moved shall be my little secret until i decide if i mean it or not. it would never work...but it might be fun. and entertainment is what life is about.
Carolling tomorrow @ 550 Biltmore Way @ 8:30. come and see if we triumph or fall flat on our faces. its like those choose your own ending books but without the nasty burden of choosing your own ending. = p
who wants to help me make flag poles? are you a polack? do you own a napsack?
ive got desperate desires and unadmirable plans. i almost feel sorry for what im gunna do. i will lie awake and fake the way i hold you while you fall for every empty word i say...
...i wish i may, i wish i might sleep softly in my bed tonight.
and dream of things too soft to touch, so beautiful to see that they may only exist in a dream.
i wish i might i wish i may see your face there when i awake.
so beautiful, so soft to touch...to hear i love you very much.
and if i wake before i die, ill wake while in your arms i ly.
for no where else on heavn or earth, no sunset nor a joyous birth
could match your beauty or your might...
or the dreams ill have of you tonight.