Stories And Alibis.

When you come home, baby.

I know somehow that your eyes, have gone, astray.

And when you come back, lady

You just look back and say,

"I want You."

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When you come home, baby.
I know somehow that your eyes, have gone, astray.
And when you come back, lady
You just look back and say,
"I want You." "Ahh, Fuck You."

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Been bloody shit ass down on luck lately.
And they say the only way back is UP.

But let me tell you that's cock and bulls.
Cos I'm still going down and there's many other worse things that can happen.

Let's list the worse: a fucking car knocks me over and I lie in coma then wake up not remembering anything.

But enough of the drama mama exaggeration. The next worse thing that can happen is that I start peeling only on Sunday/Monday.
Right now, I'm experiencing paradoxical emotions cos I can't decide if I should force my skin to peel or prevent it from peeling.

But on a brighter note: I have two dates for prom! My Mrs Darcy (How can She not be my date, right?) And My Girl. (:
Oh my, I sound like a play boy.

Oh, do you happen to be one too? Haaaah.

my two pretty ladies!

Postscript: I can't wait for 18 dec. Or maybe 17 is fine too.