Why can't I just get what I want and get to leave it behind when it's not what I want anymore?
(Yes, that should be the title of the next Morrissey release. But that's how I feel right now. Thank you, Jack Daniels.)
"you're such a, you're such a [would you like me to seduce you?] yeah!yeah!"
frickin' alfonso rebeiro. i swear i can't remember what he looked like pre-fresh prince. i remember the dancing commercials, and i
hella remember "silver spoons," but when i try to picture him, i superimpose the aged rebeiro's face on the younger one. sigh. i suppose worse things could happen.
funny, i thought the same thing about inxs this morning. but i didn't bother posting. so it must have been a fleeting thought. i sure did enjoy "bitter tears," though. you're so fine. lose my mind. oh wait, that's "disappear."
anyhoo...just tell mr. wrong that adam gave you chlamydia. that should clear everything up.
frantically packing, sipping red wine, and incessantly listening to lambert, hendricks and ross,
p to the o to the c.
