Who's gonna shoe your pretty little feet?
Who's gonna glove your hands?
Who's a gonna kiss your red ruby lips?
Who's gonna be your man?

Papa's gonna shoe my pretty little feet,
Momma's gonna glove my hands.
Sisters gonna kiss my red ruby lips,
I don't need no man.

I am feeling old timey on Saturday....

Happy birthday to me.

"Now I'm not one for accusations, but this ones cast iron. I've see you tailgating my daughter with aspirations of deflowering her rose..."

I love it....

The more and more I think about it the less and less I understand why I ever dated Brandon to begin with. Don't get me wrong, I love him now. But why ( Read more... )

Hmmm ( Read more... )

Its raining like crazy out. I love the rain pretty hard. I wish I had nothing to do and I could run like mad through it until I was sufficiatly soaked. Oh well ( Read more... )

I am fucking insane.

I am so happy that Annabelle is home. It was so unbelievable refreshing to hang out with her. I had so much fun and we didnt really do too much. We ate alot which was good considering I hadn't eaten until we met up. Although our mission failed for the most part it was still super fun. I cant wait to get drunk with her. I don't think anyone gets ( Read more... )

Okay, So, I think I am going crazy. Maybe lack of sleep, or this little cold, but I am nuts. I keep thinking about all of my "friends" and so called "enemys". To these friends of mine, I am starting to not care. A majority of people I consider close are simply aquaintences who care when they can get something out of the deal. I am no longer a deal ( Read more... )

Blah, blah, blah, hung out with Eric, ate Miso soup and chicken fingers, blah, blah, blah ( Read more... )