my collage

erase all the pain til its gone

i wanna hold you high and steal your pain away

i keep your photograph and i know it serves me well

i wanna hold you high and steal your pain

because i'm broken when i'm lonesome

and i dont feel right when you're gone away

the worst is over now and we can breathe again [<----not true]

i wanna hold you high--you steal my pain away

theres so much left to learn and no one left to fight

i wanna hold you and steal your pain

cuz i'm broken

when i'm open, and i dont feel like i am strong enough

cuz i'm broken when i'm lonesome

and i dont feel right when you're gone away

[broken^]

Let her cry...if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing...if it eases all her pain
Let her go...let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be...let her be.

Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I just
Could not believe

I sat down on my couch
And cried
Yelling oh mama please
Help me
Won’t you hold my hand.

And
Let her cry...if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing...if it eases all her pain
Let her go...let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be...let her be.

[let her cry:hootie^]

i have no words. none. they are my existence and they are dried up like the brown, crunchy leaves of autumn...useless and fragile. just please God, please just take the pain away. i've run out of solutions. i dont know what else i can do. i need peace...not i want it--i need it. i cant go on for the next year and a half of my life feeling the way i do. i cant stay depressed. i cant survive. i'm not strong. i'm broken and weak and i'm fighting a losing battle. everytime i tihnk things could get better i get slapped in the face and pushed back down...covered in dirt and my own hot tears. i need to stop the tears. the flow endlessly, i need them to dry up, not my words. dry up the tears God. take this away from me. i dont know what else to do. i cant put into words how lost, alone, scared, hurt, cold, empty, useless, pitiful, and cast aside i feel. everything keeps piling up and i have no where to put it all. i'm finished. i'm done. take this away.

i spent a whole day being sad over you, not a fair trade for the 30 seconds you spent on me

i used to stand so tall, i used to be so strong.

now i cant breathe, no i cant sleep--i'm barely   h a n g i n g   on

here i am, once again. i'm torn into pieces

cant deny it, cant pretend....broken up deep inside

you wont get to see the tears i've cried behind these hazel eyes.

i told you everything, i [opened] up--let you in

you made me feel alright for once in my life

now all thats left of me

is what i pretend to be--so

 together but so broken up inside.

[kelly clarkson]

i cant believe how blind i am. i mean honestly...how naive could i be? apparently its bad though--i thought you might care for once. nope. no such luck. you just want me around when you feel like, want me to come to you, want me to make all the effort, want to sit back and enjoy my company when it doesnt require you to lift a finger. what kind of self-absorbed bullshit is that? when boys and girls hang out, the boy picks up the girl. he opens all her doors, even car doors, he pays...its just how the game is played. he calls her. are we noticing a pattern here? mr. chivalrous is supposed to be doing the heavy lifitng. and you know what? i'm sure if he was doing his job right most girls would be more than happy to tak up some of the slack after a while. but you have to prove you're worth it. you have to make an effort. there has been no effort. there has been opened doors and paid for meals and thats wonderful but there is so much more to things than that. that doesnt cut it. it never will. i'm sorry ifi made you believe thats how things should be. it isnt. i just wish i would stop picking guys that dont give a shit about me. it ghets old fast when its proven to you over and over that you dont matter enough. a lovely tingly feeling...like needles.

i'd say i was going to go lesbian to avoid the stupidity of guys but that is just so....wow. sorry ladies...you just dont get me the way those beastly biceps do.

its alwas the girls or people in general who are IN relationships who love to give single people advice. "oh, being single is so wonderful, you can have so much freedom and learn a lot about yourself and blah blah blah..." yeah...WHATEVER. you can blow that smoke up your own ass because i'm not listening to it anymore. you have what everyone else wants, you have no idea how much it hurts. you're not in a position to tell me how to be happy and that i dont need a guy--because he's obviously doing his job with you honey. thats like me telling a mechanic how to jump start a car. its ridiculous.

.:all i feel is the rising of heat in my throat, the burn of tears in my eyes, and the empty promises you love to throw away:.

i swear i have insomnia

so this whole "i-dont-get-tired-until-1-or-2-am" thing is getting reallllll old. i just want to go to bed like a normal person and even when i'm tired i cant all asleep. how retarded is that? yeah--very, thanks.

i dont even know what i was going to say...i'm not sure i even had any real subject for this entry...

did i ever mention my utter dislike for couples? my obsessive-compulsive desire to smack them all in the head? i'm so utterly jealous...even of the weird, annoying, or even gross couples. i feel i have slipped into a state of patheticness that i cannot fully be pulled out of. you keep saying it'll happen one day...one day i'll meet this amazing person and i'll be so happy forever, that you never ever thought it would happen to you either but it did finally and how great it is. i guess i am now officially in your shoes. because right now i feel as if i'll never even find someone i'm can even date normally who likes me and wants to make an effort for me, much less anyone who just yearns to adore me and give me everything i want and need...are there really people, or a person rather, out there that is just waiting for me? a guy sitting or sleeping somewhere praying he's going to find his someone too...and that it'll actually be me he wants? he doesnt even know it yet, but i want him too. he doesnt even know i exist, who i am, where i'm from, or anything about me and yet we'll have a love that will put the movies to shame. he doesnt know i sometimes cry at the thought that i'll never be able to find him in this mess of people i'm forever surrounded by...that i'm so scared i'll pass him by or that i wont see him. i wish though, that he knew how much i miss him. i do, i miss him now in my bones--i guess its easy to say that sounds silly, to miss someone you've never met, but i truly believe in my core that you can. i dream about him even....not in specifcs, but as an idea, i dream about a man who can save me and help me grow and see me for this beautifully screwed up person i am...i always thought people who were all romantic were just stupid. i used to not believe in love, and in my dark, quiet times i still have trouble--but the idea that eventually, whether i'm 80 as i feel like i could be, or in a year at college i'll meet him and we'll just know in our bones that its right...that is what keeps me alive. i just hope he realizes he has a treasure waiting for him, and she hopes he will treasure her by waiting for her as well.

.:i longed for my lover. i wanted him desperately. his absence was painful. [...if you find my lover, please tell him i want him, that i'm heartsick with love for him.]:.

--song of songs 3:1, 5;8

drumroll please....

yes, its true. kristina finally got accepted to college. the Savannah College of Art and Design to be exact. oh yeah--who's hot stuff now? haha, i'm enthralled.

here's my aquarius horoscope:

aqarius girl: original, independent, and very artistic

your special trait: you are an honest, loyal, and true friend.

your little secret: you absolutely cannot handle criticism

that doesnt sound at all like me does it?

i find it ironic that i usually hate getting into relationships at first because i dont like to be "tied down". now that i seem to be interminably single, i ache to have someone with me. i want that warmth with me and all around me. i hate being around couples, seeing couples, watching them in movies or on the streets....it makes me feel so alone. so alone and out of place.

.:whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same:.

--emily bronte

 

my artwork...this camera is amazing

this is all of my own personal artwork from my sketchbook and some photographs i've taken since yesterday...enjoy.

i hate that i need you

i have become weirdly obsessed with john mayer's room for squares in the last week. like--its the only thing i've listened to, and i know most of the words to the majroity of the songs. i just adore it. i never listened to it until wednedsay or thursday but now i cant keep the cd player off. mmmm

[merry christmas--not happy holidays]

christmas was actually significantly better than i had expected--mostly because i didnt know what to ask for, so basically i didnt ask for anything. i got some nice things though--and everyone really liked their picture frames. that made me happy--i wish i could have tkane pictures of everyone's reactions; ya'll are too cute. but, i got an iPod nano--it is the most amazing man-made electronic device known to the outside world. i'm obsessed with it....i adore it passionately. i also got a digital camera--i've been eyeing them for a while and its nice to know i'll never have to buy a disposable camera again...i'll just have to think up  another reason to go to winn dixie ;)

i heard from you today...that made my whole day. considering its been weeks since you've said anything to me of your own volition this wasa sizemic (sp?) event. i just wish you'd take some initiative--its so hard to be mysterious and play hard to get when no one's trying to figure you out.

so, according to a friend of mine, two misguided guys "not realizing what they had/are missing" does not equate me repulsing males. i guess thats comforting? all except for i cant find one that shares my interests. i hate being alone--which to most people may sound strange because i could be by myself for hours and not care...but not having that companionship, that person you know, or in my case mostly think, will always be there for you--that person who cant wait to talk to you just to see what you'll say...the guy who thinks i'm just God greatest gift...i miss that. not that i ever had it in those extreme terms but--you get my general message i assume. i dont want a guy to be obsessed with me and follow me around like a lost puppy...but i want someone strong who can tak care of me when and if i need him to, someone who always wants to open all my doors, who i can talk to for hours and not even realize how much time has passed, who can be with me and have it feel like the most natural thing there is...i'm so ready for a real, lasting, meaningful and loving relationship. i thinki have been for a long time, but i dont think i can ever find someone whos ready for me. why should i pay the price just because no one can handle me? i'm young and i know this--but i have so much love and honesty, and caring inside of me that i just ache to share with someone who wants it. i want my someone who will love me forever...why cant he just come sweep me off my red-tipped toes and make me happy forever, and allow me to make him blissful? i can do it, i'm going to make an amazing wife which ihave always known. mother? i wonder sometimes and i'm thankful i have no interest in it as of now...i just want to share all of myself with someone who will understand and accept me naked--bare, with everything out in the open, no secrets, no regrets, nothing to cover up the things i may not see in myself as beautiful--but he'll see them. he'll see my imperfections and gaze right over them because there's enough good inside of me to make those imperfections fade into nothingness. lord--i'll have to date someone like 5 years older than i am if i want to find a guy whos mature enough to handle me and all that i am and will become. all i want is you

.:you should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes, it brought me back to life. you'll be with me next time i go outside:.

"i'll never speak up again, it only hurts me, i'll be a mystery--then you'll deserve me"

isn't wrapping presents fun?  well, actually--i rather hate the actual wrapping bit, but i like putting ribbons and bows on my presents so that part is fun. :) christmas is only 2 days away.

john mayer--love song for no one

Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I   h a t e   it

I'm [tired] of being alone
So hurry up! and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
[Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one]

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance?
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so   g o o d   for me

 

what the hell

i love how people use words like "bitch" and "slut" and "ho bag" as if they're cute little pet names....i.e.---> "hey bitches!  whats up? haha" like....honestly--how intelligent do you really think that makes you sound? it makes you sound like an f*ing moron. i'll leave it there.

it annoys the hell out of me when people just blow you off. when they TELL YOU they'll be somehwere or they'll call or do something and then just dont. and dont bother to explain why or get in touch to apologize. they just act like its no big thing. like it's no huge deal the entire freaking band showed up for the first real practice we've had in over a month--and then we dont practice at all. yeah, like that wasnt a waste of everyone's time. if you're going to blow someone off at least have to courtesy to TELL them you're not going to show up. that has to be my biggest pet peeve of the moment....i have to have been blown off by some ass at least 5 times in the last 2 months. dont i have lovely peers? yeah, i think not.

i just wish i could be numb. honestly....if i cant freaking make myself happy then i'd rather just not give a shit about anything because then i wouldnt hurt all the time. i wouldnt have to be in constant pain...pain i can do nothing at all to ease. i have no control and thats the thing i hate most. i'd take feeling nothing over feeling pain any day by now. 2 years of depression is enough, thank you very much. i wish this on no one.

there's so much tension here--i hate being in my house. i'm on edge all the time and so is everyone else. or thats how it feels. i cant stand to be in my own skin. i want to just escape. i want to feel free--to have this awful weight i've carried so long to just be lifted. i just want to feel like i can be myself. i can be happy--i can NOT want to scream and cry all the time. i wont want to just punch the crap out of everything all the time...i wont have all this anger inside of me. i can feel it. i can feel the anger. i sense it, its a physical thing that i notice in my body. i feel it when it gets bad...like this welling up of energy, hot, burning energy. it hurts. its agitating. i dont want to feel it anymore.

from the inside:(linkin park)

I don’t know who to trust no surprise
(Everyone feels so far away from me)
Heavy thoughts sift through dust and the lies
(Trying not to break but I’m so tired of this deceit)
(Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet)
(All I ever think about is this)
(All the tiring time between)
(And how trying to put my trust in you just takes so much out of me)

[Chorus]
Take everything from the inside and throw it all away
Cuz I swear for the last time I won’t trust myself with you

Tension is building inside steadily
(Everyone feels so far away from me)
Heavy thoughts forcing their way out of me
(Trying not to break but I’m so tired of this deceit)
(Every time I try to make myself get back up on my feet)
(All I ever think about is this)
(All the tiring time between)
(And how trying to put my trust in you just takes so much out of me)

.:i wanna heal, i wanna feel what i thought was never real, i wanna let go of the pain i've felt so long:.

i miss you so much

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you

As years go by
I race the clock with you
But if you died right now
You know that I'd die to
I'd die too

You remind me of the times
When I knew who I was (I was)
But still the second hand will catch us
Like it always does

We'll make the same mistakes
I'll take the fall for you
I hope you need this now
Cause I know I still do

Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you

Should I bite my tongue?
Until blood soaks my shirt
We'll never fall apart
Tell me why this hurts so much

My hands are at your throat
And [I think I hate you]
But still we'll say, "remember when"
Just like we always do
Just like we always do

Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you

Yeah I'd spill my heart!!!
Yeah I'd spill my heart for you!!!

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Mistakes like friends do

My hands are at your throat
And I think I hate you
We made the same mistakes
Made the same mistakes

Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you, for you

Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you, for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die (Until the day I die)
Until the day I die!!

i'm just so...lost. i see you and remember how i was--how i could laugh. i remember when i was happy...i just cant seem to do it without you. what hurts most is the fact that i cant escape you, and i dont want to...but you seem to be just fine without me. am i ever going to be good enough for someone? ever? will anyone see me the way i dream of being seen? is it so hard...to be seen at all? i'm not perfect--everyone knows this...but i'm so very different from everyone else. i have so much inside of me i want to share with someone--so much to give. its just that no one i have an interest in sharing it all with has any in me. am i really so awful? to be left out in the cold for other things; to be shivered away like a cold wind. i just dont understand why i'm so alone. why i feel so alone...so incomplete. i'm broken inside and no one can fix me or even has the courage to try. i feel like my whole life is spent waiting on this miracle to happen--waiting for someone to notice me and everything that i am, good and bad. waiting to be good enough for someone to appreciate--and put first. is it too much to ask? to be someone's priority? i dont think so. i make everyone mine...i'm just not anyone else's. why is it so hard to make the effort for me? to make the time i deserve...to do little things for me, to call...to surprise me. to be brave on the rocks for me, to help me be brave. to lead me and know when to fall back beside me...to love me and show me all the time, in everything you say, and do, and are. it isnt that much to ask--at least i dont think so. i'm just so damn tired of being the one who has to sit and wait. why cant i just find someone who cares? who i can love back. who i can be everything to. who i can always make happy, even when i make him mad. to know someone adores everything about me and thinks i'm incomparable. i want to believe so badly...but i'm losing hope with each passing day, will anyone ever see me? will the person i'm meant to love ever come? i hope so...because the one i want doesnt need me anymore...and i'm so tired of hurting in vain.

i should have known

i dont believe myself. i feel like every paranoid fear i've ever had of opening up to someone has been thrown in my face. i let you in when i didnt even intend to, i let myself give a damn about you and i'm met with silence. i'm met with unanswered questions, one-sided efforts...i'm left with nothing. i thought you wanted this too, but then you just ignore me for weeks. not days, not hours...weeks. you ask me to go away with you and then casually dismiss it with your failure to follow through or get in touch with me--or make any effort at all to seem like you give a shit one way or the other. i told you what i felt and you just sat there and didnt say a word. so i'm here now...left with a feeling of absoulte lonliness. no one calls me...i have this void that you have both left behind. one i cant seem to escape, the other i cant seem to find. i cant believe i let myself be burned twice. the part i hate most is i'm still attatched. i still care. this voice in my head tells me it'll be ok--one day someone will care about me. but the sad part is i know they never will.

i am in love with a girl...and NOT a lesbian. ha

     so i'm really glad everyone liked their presents...and even more glad that kelly s my best friend. you always continue to surprise me and remind me why we became friends in the first place. you shine like the [sun] haha.

     this is the second journal i've gotten. something tells me people realize i'm one hell of an expressionist. haha..i find it funny. but it makes sense, i'm passionate about words and books and language and creating with it what i will. its liberating to be able to say, express, and create exactly what i want to when i want...it comes so naturally to me that it doesnt even phase me that other people have a difficult time of it. i couldnt even fathom that.

why is it that i still feel this way? i guess i know why--i just dont want to anymore...not if it's one sided. and for all intentive purposes it is....something unattainable thats within my reach. life's ironies....i despise them so.

.:without freedom of expression, democracy could not exist:.

glad to know my list of "i dont cares" is growing

sometimes i get confused. i cant tell whether i'm happy or just pretending so people wont stare at me like i'm about to stab myself with a nail file....i'm that good [sometimes] at being fake. isnt that scary to think about? that i fool even myself? i'm so wrapped up in making people believe i'm ok when its obvious that i'm not, i doubt even anyone believes me, although if thats true then why bother asking right? i hate when people ask me how i am. HATE it. and everyone does, all the time, everyday...like its some form of inescapable torture--hmm, lets ask the blatantly depressed and unresponsive teenager "how she is". what the HECK do you want to me say to you? becuase as sure as i'm alive i know you'd be appalled if i told you i'm sad and depressed and lonely and hurt and i hate myself. there would be this long awkward pause, then you'd smile fakely and turn and go on your way. its like the people who ask you "how you are" only ask because it makes them feel better to know they "did something" like, theyre a better person now because they acknowldged your presence and made an effort to pretend to care--you dont care...you'd shit a brick if i told you how i "really was" you ask, i reply "i'm alright" with utterly unbelieveable and terrible lack of any enthusiasm, you smile fakely, and think t yourself. good--she isnt going to die today. moving on...

i hate being asked how i am or whats wrong with me. i hate it. especially when you already know the freaking answer. god it annoys me. its not like i enjoy and relish describing my pain to people....and frankly, anyone who isnt family or like family to me has no right to ask--because it isnt any of your damn buisness.

play russian roulette as we kiss

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?

I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool
I keep playing your part
But its [not my scene]
Wont this plot not twist?
I've had enough mystery.
Keep building me up, then shooting me down
Well im already down
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting
Just wait a minute
Just sitting waiting

Well if I was in your position
Id put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you
And If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
Cause [waiting on love ain't so easy] to do

Must I always be waiting waiting on you?
Must I always be playing playing your fool?
No I cant always be waiting waiting on you
I cant always be playing playing your fool, foool

its not even worth writing about what happened. all i have to say about it is that i trusted you enough to share very intimate and personal facts about my life and what i've been through and you turned around and used it against me, indirectly maybe, but hurt me none the less. i hate you for that. i never thought i'd be dissapointed in you--i never thought you'd  b r e a k  my trust.

art is stressing me out majorly right now. i have so much to finish--4 sketchbook entries and a painting by thursday. i'm going to kill myself trying to get it all done. i dont want to rush it and make it crappy but i have to. :( pray i get it done.

.:you want apologies? gril you might hold your breath until your breathing stops forever. the only thing you'll get is this curse on your lips--i hope it tastes of me forever. with every breath i wish your body would be broken again:.

we are all we have deep down--and all we can save.

this is what i need...desire...fantasize about...want more than anything--i want this kind of love.

"Oh this is what i need in love: spinning in the sun and laughing [really] hard. I need desire (and secret things) and "AHHH's" and i need to be told brave true words. I need myself. i need my  v o i c e . i need a partner who will giggle + cherish me to my bones. i need real, real, real genuiness and i need strength. i need true loving gestures + lots of drawing on the floor. i need honest dinner time talking. i need to be met  half way . i need to feel needed. i need to [surrender]--i need to be understood. i need to not be mocked when i am being real. i need true kindness and love that  g*l*o*w*s  brightly."

---> sabrina ward harrison:.

quotes i passionately relate and adore...

"there is a reason and there is a meaning...you will know in time, but time itself will choose the moment."   ...kent nerburn

"if you're not yourself, then who will be?"

"these are the days that must happen to you..."   walt whitman...

"be patient with all that is unsolved in your heart and learn to love the questions."  .rilke.

"i think what is unlived and unexpressed in love hurts the most."  sabrina ward harrison.:.

i cant explain to you how infitinitely close i feel to this woman. i dont know her, i know only the bits she is graceful enough to share with the world in her books, but i feel as if i know her intimately, as if she and i are long-time friends that have simply lost touch. maybe i feel so close to her because i feel that in many ways i am her. i have been searching and exploring this thing that has become my life for so long, trying to accept who i am and what i will always be forever. loving myself is so hard, and i pretty much suck at it--but its a journey we all must take and i feel our journeys have been down the same road....leading to the same place in time. she inspires me to create the deepest longings of my heart and to express my thoughts and fears and loves and hates to the world--to be brave on the rocks. i admire all her work and her willingness to be so open about experiences that are so deeply personal and initmate. when i read about her struggles i feel as if i have written the words myself..thats how similar we are. our thoughts and feelings seem to collide in this paralled universe where we have temporarily become one spirit longing to find meaning and purpose and acceptance in this chaotic whirlwind that is life. to live it with purpose and take risks of the soul no matter what the cost, because no matter how much it hurts..sometimes we must all  j u m p ----->

     here is to the soul that inspires mine to sing in the midst of sorrow and fear, to dance in the fog of uncertainty, to profess words of love to the person in my life who needs it most...me.

are you afraid of the dark?

there are some WEIRD phobias. straannge ones. these are mine

1. monophobia: being alone

2. coulrophobia: clowns

3. nyctophobia: dark

some weird ones:

1. Bald people- Peladophobia.

2. Bowel movements: painful- Defecaloesiophobia.

3. Kissing- Philemaphobia or Philematophobia.

4. Russians- Russophobia.

5. Long words: Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia

...by the way, i'm doing a paper on phobias, i'm not just randomly checking them out. i do have some semblence of a life. normally.

these quizzes are addicting. i'm such a loser.

You Belong in Rome You're a big city girl with a small town heart
Which is why you're attracted to the romance of Rome
Strolling down picture perfect streets, cappuccino in hand
And gorgeous Italian men - could life get any better?

You are a Great Girlfriend When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful
But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself
You're the perfect blend of independent and caring
You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!

Your Scent is Mango Sultry, sweet, and mellow
You enjoy every moment of life!

Your Reputation Is: Mystery Girl You're the girl that everyone is trying to figure out.
Men are attracted to your intriguing persona - and women want to copy it!

You Are A Lily You are a nurturer and all around natural therapist.
People see you as their rock. And they are able to depend on you.
You are a soothing influence. You can make people feel better with a few words.
Your caring has more of an impact than even you realize.

i wanna share this with you baby.

If I was ya man (baby you)
Never worry bout (what I do)
I'd be coming home (back to you)
Every night, doin' you right
You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)
Fistful of diamonds (hand full of rings)
Baby you're a star (I just want to show you, you are)

You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you

Listen
Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts
You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame
Don't even know what you're worth
Everywhere you go they stop and stare
Cause you're bad and it shows
From your head to your toes, Out of control, baby you know

If I was ya man (baby you)
Never worry bout (what I do)
I'd be coming home (back to you)
Every night doin' you right
You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)
Fistful of diamonds (hand full of rings)
Baby you're a star (I just want to show you, you are)

You should let me love you
Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need
Ooh Baby good love and protection
Make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be
Baby you should let me....

You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better)
We should be together girl (baby)
With me and you it's whatever girl, hey!
[So can we make this thing ours?]

so--does anyone else think that fabulous involves driving with the windows down, no traffic, and hearing all your favorite songs when the cd player is on shuffle? ok, good--so do i.

i found this uproariously humorous:

IrishBleed4Rugby (6:42:33 PM): oh well it might be but i make it look as sexy as it is going to
KristinaMarie211 (6:43:25 PM): [ahem]
KristinaMarie211 (6:43:33 PM): sorry, i'm allergic to bullshit
IrishBleed4Rugby (6:43:43 PM): NICE :-D

 

all i want is a chance...if nothing else in my whole short life i've learned that even though it can hurt like hell--sometimes you have to  j u m p  -  -  -  -  - >