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Dear Bloggie,


heh,

Youre on the phone with your girlfriend shes upset.
Shes going off about something that you said
Cause she doesnt get your humor like I do

Im in the room its a typical Tuesday night
Im listening to the kind of music she doesnt like
And shell never know your story like I do

But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts
Shes cheer captain and Im on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day
When you wake up and find
What youre, looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that Im the one who understands you
Been here all along so why cant you see, you
You belong with me
You belong with me

Walkin the streets with you and your worn-out jeans
I cant help thinking this is how it ought to be
Laughin on a park bench, thinking to myself
Hey isnt this easy

And youve got a smile that could light up this whole town
I havent seen it in a while since she brought you down
You say youre fine I know you better then that
Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that

She wears high heels I wear sneakers
Shes cheer captain and Im on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what youre looking for has been here the whole time

If you could see that Im the one who understands you
Been here all along so why cant you see, you
You belong with me


Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know
Baby you belong with me
You belong with me

Oh I remember you drivin to my house in the middle of the night
Im the one who makes you laugh
When you know youre about to cry
And know your favourite songs
And you tell me about your dreams
Think I know where you belong
Think I know its with me

If you could see that Im the one who understands you
Been here all along so why cant you see, you
You belong with me

Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know
Baby you belong with me
You belong with me

You belong with me
Have you ever thought just maybe
You belong with me
You belong with me

This is so gay on SO many levels.

but i think the chorus stuck on my head for the night.

hey,

a man can't help how he feels right?

shit, i think my depressions are back from their "holidays".

HELP!

Somebody call 911, shawty fire burning on the dance floor! uWOohh!

haha.
what a lame excuse.


Notes:
Lucky Friday Yippeee!!
Got Pasar malam tonight!
No Plans on saturday AGAIN!

That's all bloggie,
C yer later, alligator,
au revoir,
XOXO,
Oh, i love you so.

Quotes! :


By the genius Homer Simpson,



No,please don't eat me. I have a wife and kids,eat them



"Press any key to continue, where's the any key?"



Oh, man! We killed Mr. Burns! Mr. Burns is gonna be so mad!



Oh, yeah, what are you gonna do? Release the dogs? Or the bees? Or the dogs with bees in their mouth and when they bark, they shoot bees at you?



I hope I didn't brain my damage...



I wonder where Bart is, his dinner's getting all cold... and eaten.



If you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way



Marge, don't discourage the boy. Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It's what separates us from the animals!... except the weasels.



When I first heard that Marge was joining the police academy, I thought it would be fun and zany, like that movie -- Spaceballs. But instead it was dark and disturbing. Like that movie -- Police Academy.




I saw weird stuff in that place last night. Weird, strange, sick, twisted, eerie, godless, evil stuff... and I want in.