May 22, 2003 04:30
my head hurts and phone calls and christina aguilera is my girlfriend.
*sorry if i ain't perfect *sorry i don't give a (what) *sorry i ain't a diva *sorry just know what i want *sorry i'm not a virgin *sorry i'm not a slut *i won't let you break me *think what you want
clay was robbed but maybe now he won't have to put out some lameass album like kelly clarkson did and maybe now he'll turn into a hormone driven star and i'll meet him backstage in dallas.
oh. what?
someone called me back from lonestar park about a job and i heard my mom tell my gramma "well it's not a career job but it will be good for her to work somwhere." i'm nineteen and going to college to get a career job so what the hell does that mean? does she think that whatever i start doing now i'll be doing for good? if so i should just cut to the chase and buy more hotpants.