"Take your records, take your freedom, but you'll think of me...." I give up with writing in pretty rainbow text. It's either too big or too small. So whatever.
We just played our last basketball game of the season. yeah. We lost. Again. As usual. We have lost every single game. Of the season. Every one. yeah. We are big losers. yeah. I'm sleepy too. I have a lovely battle wound. A big red gash on my knee. It stings. PAIN!!!
I feel like writing a song about the guy I like, but nothing can do him justice, so it doesn't matter. I am soooo tired...... yeah. Have you gotten my point yet?
Current Mood:
tiredCurrent Music: Keith Urban's new single "You'll Think of Me"