Delirious Joy

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

I was young and in love
I gave you everything but it wasn't enough
You know it's just too little, too late
Go find someone else
In lettin' you go, I'm lovin' myself
You gotta problem
But don't come asking me for help
'Cause ya know...

It's just too little, too late
A little too wrong
And I can't wait
Boy, you know all the right things to say
You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real, it doesn't matter anyway.

You have a serious problem. And when I say serious, it means a fucking serious problem!

You come to me and asked for a favor. I tried my best to help you, only to realize it is redundant. Yes, why are you doing this? WHY AM I EVEN DOING THIS FOR YOU? If you have a test, then you jolly well study for your test. You don't use that as a tool for sympathy because if you do, well, tough luck, I would to. You have only a pair of hands, pace yourself... But since you would rather beg and borrow, remember to say please.

Anyway, last weekend sucks for sure, for I have to bloody fall sick. Yes, bloody sick; even as I am typing this, I'm coughing so hard, I'm sure to cough my intestines out, no kidding.

Aye, and it's that time of the month, my back is aching like never before, I'm in need of some time to complete what I'm supposed to do ~~and that includes an urgent manicure session~~. How, you tell me when there are so many things yet so little time?

Cuteness overloaded pictures in the next post, I promise.

With love at 5:07 PM,
Joan