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And the talkin' leads to touchin'
and the touchin' leads to sex
and then there is no mystery left
And it's bad news
Baby I'm bad news
I'm just bad news, bad news, bad news
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This is my face,
covered in freckles with the occasional spot and some veins.
This is my body, covered in skin, and not all of it you can see
And, this, is my mind, it goes over and over the same old lies
And, this, is my brain, it's torturous analytical thoughts make me go insane
I have fallen in love with Kate Nash.
Then I'll use that
voice that you find annoyin' and say something like
"yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer
then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch
and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I wont give a shit.
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| so.. scratch that mentioned before. psht.
i am taking this class called psychopharmacology. crazy word huh? in regular world terms it is a class about drugs, the brain, and behavior (on drugs.) it's interesting. i think it may force me to get over my fear of needles. i have to see them in my book and in powerpoints all the time. ugh. i still cringe and the professor makes fun of me. it creeps me out.
i am working a spring mix. it's time to start things a new.
i wish you wouldn't call on private. i would talk.
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| I find it hilarious that 50 Cent has stated that he will no longer put out records if KanYe sells more records than him on their release. It was sunny and a lazy day, and I think I'm ok with that. |
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