wigglefree

I guess I changed my mind. Funny how good friends will make you do that. Especially when you never thought you would. Some people carry a lot of clout in wiggleworld and when they speak I listen.

I'll look like a mellow drama queen. But I don't care what I look like. To be honest it's you guys that have kept me here for the last few months anyway (at least since February)

My attitude about SG has defiantly done a 180. This place is just full of hate. And that's not what I'm about. SG just lost it's coolest member anyway. I've known nagoonbary for 5 years and she just may be the smartest coolest girl in I'll ever know. Although she doesn't know how to pick her battles...clearly.

PS

Lil tuffy, get a life and stop reading my journal you dildo.

(The tone of this song is how I feel inside my head right now: comfortable, resolute and longing.)

EVERYDAY IS LIKE SUNDAY

Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come Armageddon!
Come, Armageddon! Come!

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey


Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
"How I Dearly Wish I Was Not Here"
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, Come, Come - nuclear bomb


Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey


Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(And on your face...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)
(On your face ...)


Everyday is like Sunday
"Win Yourself A Cheap Tray"
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey