Sometimes people just need a dose of silly, but good music. And I found Ben Kweller. His videos are kinda cheap-looking. But who cares? Good music is what counts. After all, he's got the balls to stuff a tampon up his nostrils to stop his nose from bleeding while performing on stage. Even Tommy Lee couldn't have done that.
Wasted & Ready Force field super shield AA. Junior high love affair is OK. Jump on the big wagon cause I'm so Cal. I'm big in every way. I'm running as fast as I can.
She goes above and beyond her call of duty. She is a slut but X thinks it's sexy. Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti. I am wasted but I'm ready.
If you wanna move it so, why don't you make it go. Prove to everybody who doesn't understand. All the nights, all the fights. You are out of sight. Some say more with their hand. I'm running as fast as I can.
She goes above and beyond her call of duty. She is a slut but X thinks it's sexy. Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti. I am wasted but I'm ready.
I am wasted but I'm ready. I am wasted but I'm ready. Running as fast as I can. Running as fast as I can.
Why am I dealing with this feeling? I'm maxed out like a credit card. I'll continue to be my worst enemy. It's easy but it seems so hard. You're near but you seem so far.
She goes above and beyond her call of duty. She is a slut but X thinks it's sexy. Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti. I am wasted but I'm ready.
She goes above and beyond her call of duty. She is a slut but X thinks it's sexy. Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti. I am wasted but I'm ready.
I am wasted but I'm ready. Running as fast as I can.
Don't ask me why my blog is called Hotaspink. I know I could've added an extra 's' to make a statement but I've gone past that.
The main reason for the birth of this space was for an environmentally-friendly ranting page (bulky diaries are so last season!) but occasionally I blog about happy things and post colourful pictures.
I'm no writer but my all-time favourite author is Enid Blyton, hands down. It's pretty depressing to grow up and realise that fairies don't live behind my house (because the gutter smells) and we will never have winter here in Malaysia. But I've gone past that as well.
You'll know more about me as you scroll along the pages. For friends who crave for dirty details, you know the number to call. As for strangers, you'll have to read between the lines.
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