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I've always famously loved the Cure. I've dated guys that look like Robert Smith. I would totally make out with him if I could. My first boyfriend that I've kissed was a Robert Smith cardboard cut-out, only not so literally. I'm not that wierd, kids. I hung out with Robert this last past year and all I really did was stare at him while listening to his own records. Obsessed no? Someone should diagnose me with this, but I'm afraid I might be Cured immediately. Hahahahahahahahaha. Not everyone can make a lame joke.
Apparently Gavin sent me two sacks of potatoes for Valentine's Day. I don't know where the romance is in this one, or if it has some kind of symbolism behind it. I guess I didn't like it because according to the press, I threw them out. He was in Ireland at the time and I was London, I think. I don't even know on these days. The press loves living for me. Yes, I do think Pharrell Williams is a genius and those Harajuku girls are following me everywhere, including in my new video "Hollaback Girl". I'm apparently not very Ska anymore. In this particular song, I use a lot of Queen references. I hope you all enjoy it and buy my solo album. Seven years ago I said I could never do a solo album, but here I am doing it. It's gone platinum, much like my hair is. And here I am going on about my career. Sometimes it's all too much.
I'm craving something. Like getting out of the country. I'm seriously considering dropping everything and going to a tropical island for a week or so. I need to make new icons, talk to people, buy a paid account, eat something, brush my teeth, sleep, wake up, live, breathe, be a wife, repeat some of the above and so on. And then I'll be inspired again and make a new song. I grew up making my own clothes instead of going to the mall after school and buying them. Not because we were poor, because my mom believed in creativity. She took us to bluegrass concerts and bought us loads of cotton candy. I liked the pink obviously. Pink will go far one day. I know it.
Apparently Gavin sent me two sacks of potatoes for Valentine's Day. I don't know where the romance is in this one, or if it has some kind of symbolism behind it. I guess I didn't like it because according to the press, I threw them out. He was in Ireland at the time and I was London, I think. I don't even know on these days. The press loves living for me. Yes, I do think Pharrell Williams is a genius and those Harajuku girls are following me everywhere, including in my new video "Hollaback Girl". I'm apparently not very Ska anymore. In this particular song, I use a lot of Queen references. I hope you all enjoy it and buy my solo album. Seven years ago I said I could never do a solo album, but here I am doing it. It's gone platinum, much like my hair is. And here I am going on about my career. Sometimes it's all too much.
I'm craving something. Like getting out of the country. I'm seriously considering dropping everything and going to a tropical island for a week or so. I need to make new icons, talk to people, buy a paid account, eat something, brush my teeth, sleep, wake up, live, breathe, be a wife, repeat some of the above and so on. And then I'll be inspired again and make a new song. I grew up making my own clothes instead of going to the mall after school and buying them. Not because we were poor, because my mom believed in creativity. She took us to bluegrass concerts and bought us loads of cotton candy. I liked the pink obviously. Pink will go far one day. I know it.