Wednesday, December 10, 2008
chuck bass loves the company of females. each one of them fantasizes him so interestly. they seem to be like his escorts or company, period. but blair waldorf, what is she? too caught up with the high tea and pretty frocks of the confessions of a shopaholic? or does the inner b has something more than that.
then there's our-oh-so-perfect nate archibald. the womaniser and player of ultimate frisbee. throwing and catching them back. having little j and then back into v's arms not counting the many encounters with older women and more flings on the string. so dear nate, what're you? do you have heart for little j or have you lost it all so suddenly into v's red chapstick lips?
it's fine if you disappear a 3rd time or a x number of times. i've gotten so much of it, i dont know what to say. are you being good? hope so, dingdong. though i have my reservations.
that one plastic heart of white, red and yellow stripes makes me smile for a second. it's sweet.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
she burns the ice in my cup. spears' circus album is awesome to the max. and it's enter-into-week-2-of-the-holidays. and if u seek amy? rayson told me abt the underlying meaning of that line. very much like your spongebob thingy in omarion's ice box.
uh huh. don't know if this is another square or another phonography. are you into phonography? "you've got service..., better make sure the line is clean."
hey, now don't play phonography with me.
yknow i don't want the masks and facades, only bare skin stripped of those props.
(:
now i love that 2 dingdongs, so hilarious i tell you. dingdong 1 didn't bring her keys out. omg, and we're stranded at the busstop, wet, thinking of places with clean bathrooms. all of which came down to womaniser's home. lol. cycling another day i guess, dingdongs (: