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Mmm watcha say ?

So let me in
give me another chance
To really be your girl.
Cause when the roof caved in
and the truth came out
I just didn't know what to do
 But when I become a star
we'll be living so large
I'll do anything for you
 So tell me boy
mmmm watcha say ?

life's not fair.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009

i want to rant,
Lord knows how much I want to rant

I haven't been able to complain / bitch about all the things I wanted to. The only comforting way for me to do that, is by talking / complaining to my baby.. but today are one of those days.. where EVERYONE needs the phone, and we only got to talk for.. 45 mins. in total.

so I want to rant about all the bad things in this world that make me want to die, and all the small annoying things that make me want to gouge someone's eyes out.

On the other hand, I don't want to disappoint my baby, as he already tucked me in, and feels comfortable knowing that I'm sleeping the same time that he is, sorta like so he feels like we're sleeping together.

and for that, this rant will have to wait for another day.
trust me, it's gonna be a LOOOOONG one.

random : i love my baby yup yup. ++ thanks for putting a smile on face, bum : I