Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
tell me what you know about dreamin’ dreamin’ you don't really know about nothin’ nothin’
tell me what you know about them night terrors every night
5 am, cold sweats wakin’ up to the skies
tell me what you know about dreams, dreams tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin’
you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow, rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow
tell me what you know about them night terrors every night
5 am, cold sweats wakin’ up to the skies
tell me what you know about dreams, dreams tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin’
you don't really care about the trials of tomorrow, rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Thursday, April 22, 2010
10 things i hate about you.
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
In ancient England a person could not have sex unless you had consent of the King (unless you were in the Royal Family). When anyone wanted to have a baby, they got consent of the King, the King gave them a place-card that they hung on their door while they were having sex. The placard had F.U.C.K. (Fornication Under Consent of the King) on it. now you know :)
Monday, April 19, 2010
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