My life right now, it feels good. Yeah.
I think when I go to the doctor on Wednesday and tell him, “I’m quitting smoking and going on a diet.” I am going to hold up this picture and say, “I want to get back to this weight. So, hook a sister up. If I keep this shit up I am going to jack my hair to Jesus and get fake boobs.”
Out of the question?
Look how cute of a face I had before. Before meaning, before I spit out 3 kids and consumed more junk food than 17 teenagers on a all night binger that lasted 14 years.
I wanna shoop, baby.
When was the last time you heard that song? Go download it. You CAN NOT be in a bad mood after you listen to that song.
“I wanna thank your momma for butt like that!”
*giggle* God, I just love this time of night. No awake kids. No bickering. No one coming into my room taking stuff and bugging me.
Shaun’s asleep and I can put on my head phones and silently sing, “You’re so vain” to him and he doesn’t roll his eyes at me.
I can listen to salt and pepa and do the bed dance (where you’re stationed in one spot, but your upper body is clubbin)
OH MY GOD. Play that funky music white boy just came on my MP3 player.
Why can’t I be this happy around 3 pm?
Insomnia mystery SOLVED. This is the best time of the night. Who in their right minds would want to sleep during this ever so precious time?
Most say he’s mellow quite a nice fellow met three tee at a rhyme at
acopello, they had the rythum i had the rhyme, so then i hit it out
one more time, it worked out they worked it in
Tony Toni Tone has done it again!
It feels good, Yeah.
(if you’re not old enough to know where that last paragraph came from and you can’t sing it, you’re too young. Quit reading my blog. You’re bound to read something about tea bags and detachable penises if you keep it up!)
“Got me working day and night” is now on. How do I not jump up on the bed and start break dancing?
My life right now….yeah, it’s good.