Sunday, May 31, 2009
the world is an unfair place.
i would have to weigh 250 pounds to have those knockers.
and that is the expectation.
so girls--we are all as ugly as hell.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Friday, May 29, 2009
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
If music be the food of love,
sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
for then my list'ning soul you move
with pleasures that can never cloy,
your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
that you are music ev'rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
so fierce the transports are, they wound,
and all my senses feasted are,
tho' yet the treat is only sound.
Sure I must perish by our charms,
unless you save me in your arms.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
There's always Calvin, when my hope fails.
When all is lost, and it's hard waking up.
Cause the ACT sucks, my algebra grade blows,
and if motivation was graded I'd have a D.
So burgundy and gold will be my warm sweater,
when life is tough and it just won't get better. (mellodramatic... but could I really turn down "sweater" and "better"? No. And you couldn't either.)