The solution stayed one phone call away.
The people I hate can’t hurt me.
If you look like shit and you sound like shit, you must be shit.
If there was no crime 2 TV channels were more then enough.
I love to love you
I hate to hate you
I hate to love you
I love to hate you
While on da Facebook I had to celebrate the 500 likes of the page. This was the accompanying side note
And now for the poetry (Yeah Right! style) as I promised a while ago, to celebrate the 500 likes. tnx to y’all.
Don’t take it personal…the poem that is.
500 likes, I like you all back!
just’ is such an ugly word.
Some people should not trust me.
No, that looks only ugly on other women.
Everybody got shit inside, although in various amounts.
Please don’t let everybody be special, it makes me ordinary.
Getting to fit in doesn’t make you the fittest.
Some are a born leader, I’m a born outsider.