I wish I knew how to quit you
My goal in life is to have someone compare me to the Energizer Bunny, I just keep going and going and...It sort of just cuts off there in the commercial doesn't it? We're supposed to think he continues on but really he probably takes a very long hiatus until they call upon him to do another commercial. That is how I all want you to envision me, as that fluffy pink rabbit. With gigantic lips. People do seem to come and go as they please here, either with consequences or not, but I'll be honest with all of you. I will probably hit six weeks immediately following this. My goal is to finally get some sort of action because everytime come round I feel tortured and alone. I'm quite lovely people, hop to the loving me.
I had really really planned and decided to come back and wow you all with words of wisdom and loveliness but then I realised I'm quite tired and this could turn out to be a terrible idea. Also - why not save the good stuff. Spread it out a bit. I could give you a detailed account of my dream about 1980s Andrew McCarthy but why spoil it so early. Give a bit of time to digest that I've seen fit to return at all. Whether or not it lasts more than a week.
I've no idea who is active or not active on my friends list, so why not give me lovely people to add. Don't bother with those who've no interest in having me, I'd hate to impose on their lifestyle of not adding the sexiest popstar on the planet. And now that I've succeeded in feeding my own ego, take a looksee at the new video that I flash into from time to time. It's sexy, no no no?
[Yes, that one. The first from this journal, with a mild case of insanity striking and giving this a go one more time. If I fail, I fail. Which I probably will. But let's face it. It's fun playing a Girl Aloud. You should all try it sometime. That is if you can't be an S Clubber.]
I had really really planned and decided to come back and wow you all with words of wisdom and loveliness but then I realised I'm quite tired and this could turn out to be a terrible idea. Also - why not save the good stuff. Spread it out a bit. I could give you a detailed account of my dream about 1980s Andrew McCarthy but why spoil it so early. Give a bit of time to digest that I've seen fit to return at all. Whether or not it lasts more than a week.
I've no idea who is active or not active on my friends list, so why not give me lovely people to add. Don't bother with those who've no interest in having me, I'd hate to impose on their lifestyle of not adding the sexiest popstar on the planet. And now that I've succeeded in feeding my own ego, take a looksee at the new video that I flash into from time to time. It's sexy, no no no?
[Yes, that one. The first from this journal, with a mild case of insanity striking and giving this a go one more time. If I fail, I fail. Which I probably will. But let's face it. It's fun playing a Girl Aloud. You should all try it sometime. That is if you can't be an S Clubber.]