Sunday, July 5, 2009
hey mr dj, put the record on; i want to dance with my baby
what every daughter wants to hear from her mum within 2.5seconds of entering the house:

"you look like death warmed over."

obviously age is getting to me and i can no longer survive all-nighters still looking relatively human. am being forcibly sent to bed. hurhur.

p.s. my sis told me that because of all the time i've been spending outside my mum thinks i'm carrying so some torrid affair. yes, mum, these are my confessions, in fact i do have a clandestine love whose name starts with D and ends with E who i've been in love with since primary three after watching an upper primary rendition of the moffatts' "i'll be there for you" in the sacps school hall.

p.p.s. happy (now belated) birthday abby the busty!

off to read my way to oblivion. good night world!

Posted at 12:01 AM

walkonby
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you know just what you're saying
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she rings my bell
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morethanwords
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o death in life, the days that are no more
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don't look back in anger
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Credits
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