As you are.
As you were.
As I waaaant you to be.
As a friend.
As a friend.
As an oooold enemy.
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No, the party don't start til I walk in.
Don't stop.
Make it pop.
Dj blow my speakers up.
Tonight, I'ma fight.
Til we see the sunlight.
Tik toc on the clock.
But the party won't stop.
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I feel like makin love.
Duh nuh. Duh nuh. Duh nuh.
I feel like makin love.
Duh nuh. Duh nuh. Dun nuh.
I feel like maaaakin looove toooo yoooou.
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A long December
And it's easy to believe.
Maybe this year will be better than the last.
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Walkin down this rocky road.
Wonderin where my life is leading.
Rollin onnnnn, to the bitter end.
Finding out along the way.
What it takes to keep love living.
You should know
How it feels my friend.
Oooooh, I want you to staaaay.
Oooooh, I want you today.
Cuz I'm ready for love.
Oh baby I'm ready for love.
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I CAN'T SLEEP PEOPLE.
CAN'T.
I'M SOOOOO SLEEPY, YET FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON, MY SUBCONSCIOUS HATES ME AND WON'T LET MY BRAIN STOOOOOP-PUH ALREADY.
Sleep makes people pretty and skinny. It's a proven fact, and I ain't gettin NONE of it.
Why?!
This week's been kinda crazy.
It's been filled with sunday afternoon minor breakdowns, cramtastic studying, test taking, Salt lake driving, Thai food, running, lifting, tequila, good friends, celebrating, beer, wings, more running, more lifting, sqeaky loud co-workers that can't use their big girl words so they just make lots of uber annoying high pitched squeels all the time, beer, panties, beer, birthdays, Mexican food, furry slippers, coffee, picture taking, beer, crazy minded creepos coming into my office and threatening to sue, coffee, nutella and a pretty navy blue nail polish.
Notice how sleep didn't make an appearance at all during my week?
Instead I have my own personal dance club running all nighters in my head.
Playing hits from the 70's, 80's, 90's and nowzies.
I feel cranky and stabby.
More so than usual.
What if I'm developing a sleeping disorder that's leading to an anger problem that's intertwined with some sick twisted overeating issue that results in making me feel fat and worthless, hence making me depressed and just wanting beer and more comfort food!?
Do you SEE the vicious cycle?!
Last night I was pretty blunt and very forward/aggressive with my sisterinlaw by saying "You're uppity bitch friend is here and if she so much as blinks at me wrong I'm going to fucking punch her in her throat"
She wrote me back saying "You make me laugh"
She gets me. Sometimes. Hopefully.
In a desperate attempt to self medicate myself with retail therapy I bought like, 5 new lip glosses yesterday, and some knee high socks that have a picture of a frothy ice cold mug of beer covering the calf and they say "cheers" on the feet.
Lip gloss and beer socks.
Oh and some little booty sleeping shorts that are all furry weird, with rainbow leopard and zebra print all over them. It's like the 80's fucked the zoo. They're the balls.
Oh and a bracelet that says "I heart boobies"
I was gonna buy a Venus fly trap, but it was brought to my attention that in the description of the product it was only a 2 inch high, baby terrarium.
What the hell am I supposed to do with 2 inches?
(That's what she said)
Seriously though. How am I supposed to grow a beef eating monster plant with only a 2 inch clearance?
Total bullshit.
I don't want a plant that would get full off one fruit fly.
I want a plant that I could feed fucking gerbils to and threaten my dogs with if they even so much as place one grimey paw on my couch.
Ok universe, I'll trade you one roid-raging-mamal-eating plant for good uninterrupted solid sound sleep.
Complete with all the fancey REM cycles and shit.
Do we have a deal?
