I had to run the damage is done,
I give it up, I give it up.
I had to go it got control,
Yeah youre breaking me.
Theres nothing left so take the rest,
Stab it out, stab it out.
I set it alight it burns so bright,
Yeah youre draining me.
You make my heart beat faster.
Baby, you make my heart beat faster. I know.
Yeah I know that its true.
I really love that song, ever since I heard in Tony Hawk (T.H.U.G. 2, to be exact) but I didn't understand the words until now. It's less happy than I thought at first. But that's okay. I don't like much else by them, but again, that's okay because she is teh hawt.
There's also this punk rock girl at the WaWa near me who is so sexy. I want to eat her like ice cream. But that's kind of really vulgar.
Hubby is at a second interview for an admissions officer at my school. I don't want to jinx it so I won't say anything else.
I kicked the American Heart Association's ass last night. Once again, I am CPR certified in under an hour. So if any of you guys are going to lose consciousness, do it while I'm around. I've made chest compressions my bitch.
Speaking of bitches, I thought I'd feel more complete as a human being after seeing the Rick James episode of Dave Chappelle's show. After watching it last night, I feel let down. I still haven't seen the Prince skits, or the Playa Hata's Ball.
Hmmm, what else? I've been playing an obscene amount of video games recently, mostly the Halos and the aforementioned T.H.U.G. 2. Not much else. Tomorrow begings spring cleaning, which should be exciting with a broken finger.
By the way, you guys have all been so nice recently. It makes me happy.
Thanks dudes.
*edited to add the following:
a long line of text from okcupid telling me that I'm an "English Expert." As if there was any doubt
And on teh job front, the admissions director told Ed that he'd come in next week and he'd check his references and "make him an offer", and he could start the 30th. Does that mean he got it?
I give it up, I give it up.
I had to go it got control,
Yeah youre breaking me.
Theres nothing left so take the rest,
Stab it out, stab it out.
I set it alight it burns so bright,
Yeah youre draining me.
You make my heart beat faster.
Baby, you make my heart beat faster. I know.
Yeah I know that its true.
I really love that song, ever since I heard in Tony Hawk (T.H.U.G. 2, to be exact) but I didn't understand the words until now. It's less happy than I thought at first. But that's okay. I don't like much else by them, but again, that's okay because she is teh hawt.
There's also this punk rock girl at the WaWa near me who is so sexy. I want to eat her like ice cream. But that's kind of really vulgar.
Hubby is at a second interview for an admissions officer at my school. I don't want to jinx it so I won't say anything else.
I kicked the American Heart Association's ass last night. Once again, I am CPR certified in under an hour. So if any of you guys are going to lose consciousness, do it while I'm around. I've made chest compressions my bitch.
Speaking of bitches, I thought I'd feel more complete as a human being after seeing the Rick James episode of Dave Chappelle's show. After watching it last night, I feel let down. I still haven't seen the Prince skits, or the Playa Hata's Ball.
Hmmm, what else? I've been playing an obscene amount of video games recently, mostly the Halos and the aforementioned T.H.U.G. 2. Not much else. Tomorrow begings spring cleaning, which should be exciting with a broken finger.
By the way, you guys have all been so nice recently. It makes me happy.
Thanks dudes.
*edited to add the following:
a long line of text from okcupid telling me that I'm an "English Expert." As if there was any doubt
And on teh job front, the admissions director told Ed that he'd come in next week and he'd check his references and "make him an offer", and he could start the 30th. Does that mean he got it?
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