Just A Few Things From My Head
I wish I had a nice bum. I can get hot and bothered watching someone else get a massage. I can get turned on just hearing about what clothes he's wearing, or clothes that he's purchased. I want to take you higher. I can't. I am an instrument, if you play me the right way, I'll sing for you. If I don't get enough attention, I think about pulling a drastic stunt. I never do. I think I may have an inferiority complex. I want inspiration and motivation to strike me more often. I'd like to be thought of as the authority on something. I still hate the thought of college. New York City is a brutal town for the innocent; behind all it's glamor and good qualities, there's a vibe of seductive evil that lurks there. It makes me mad when people can't follow the simple 'i before e except after c' rule when spelling. I believe there is no greater aphrodisiac than to watch the person you want perform on stage. Extra points if they sing to you. And finally, the best word in the French language is still descendre. You just can't beat a word that means both, 'to go down' and 'to get off'.