i hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
i hate the way you drive my car,
i hate it when you stare.
i hate your big dumb combat boots,
and the way you read my mind.
i hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
i hate the way you're always right,
i hate it when you lie.
i hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
i hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you,
not even close,
not even a lil' bit,
not even close at all.
working mentally is definately more exhausting then working physically.i do not ever want anyone i know to be a lawyer in the future.your job would be pleasing someone but simutaneously pissing another party off.my trial is finally over and with that big load gone too. dad's gonna fly off.mum's having a very bad time as its the time of her life and she's not handling it very well.prelim's coming, in the midst of studying what i don't know.come on lets finish O's with some style shall we? time to rise to the occasion!
here's a blonde joke(:
- What is the difference between and ironboard and a blonde? - The legs of an iron are hard to open.
alright gotta go now chaooo.
