Why....
Why does my brain feel like it's stuffed full of pudding? Why don't I feel like writing? Why won't Sam and Whitney get together? Why won't Bruce stop playing hide -and-seek with me? Why don't I have a nicer car? Why won't someone make me a cup of coffee? Why can't I get a quickie whenever I want? Why can't I get paid for this like Jadakiss?
no subject
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
you evil woman, he's just an innocent puppy! Leave him out of you caffine-filled conpiring! You bean-bent demon!
:)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)