Plastic Hearts &Paper Bags

Sunday, January 06, 2008

The Way I Are

(do you know what you've started?

i just came here to party,

but now we're rocking on the dance flo' acting naughty.)

it's sundaaaay morning! (12.16 a.m)

anyways,

school on friday was 0-kay i guess.

Mdm Hong (mt 'cher) hatez Jen and i,

she ignores us all the time.

aaaand my new accounts teacher,

Mr Ang Zikai Joe talks superly fast.

guess what,

my name in his class is Osama,

and Jen's name is Mohammad Ali

(and she's the rep, woo-fucking-hoo)

i wish Clare, Jaz, Gabs, Ash +++ were in our class

lunched at macs,

bought a frickin happy meal for a small girl,

and she only took the toy so i had to go round asking random people :

"hi, wouldchu like a happy meal?"

so as not to waste the food.

blah.

~~today~~ saturday,

huge drama-mama scene involving my maid and mom.

in the end my mom sent the maid back to the agency .

hung with the clique, finally.

back when Mark Walhberg was Marky Mark,

this is how we used to get the party started.

we used to mix Hen' with Bacardi Dark,

and when it kicks in you can hardly talk .

by the sixth gin you're gonna crawl,

you'll be sick then and you'll probably barf .

and my prediction is you're gonna probably fall

either somewhere in the lobby or the hallway wall .

in a couple of minutes that bottle of Guiness is finished,

you are now allowed to officially slap bitches .

you also have the right to remain violent and start wilin'.

now every face looks the same,

they've got no name .

so i don't need a game to play,

i just say whatever i want to whoever i want,

whenever i want, wherever i want, however i want .

but i do show some respect to few .

cause ecstacy's got me standing next to you,

getting sentimental as fuck ,

spillin' my guts out to you.

we just met but i think i'm in love withchu!

if i could take it all back now,

i wouldn't .

i would have did more shit that people said that i shouldn't have.

i've still got a lot of growing up to do,

and i've still got a whole lot of throwing up to spew .

but when it's all said and done i'll be 60,

and before i know it i'll be on the porch telling stories

with a bottle of Jack and two grandkids on my lap

babysitting for my daughter while she's out getting smashed .

vulnerable

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