Enough of this incoherency,
It's the monologue man come to stay.
Are you afraid?
Cause he knows the lines,
and you're stuttering through the words,
tripping over the verses.
Oh doesn't he make you feel,
so inadequate?
At least he can show us the way,
with his marvelous say in words.
But doesn't he make you feel shy?
To say the truth out,
to the monologue man.
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Oh bollocks.
I can't believe this but i. am. so. addicted. to. skins.
It is a low-class, low-budget, disgusting, substance-less, show. But it is also vair addictive.
I hate you Sarah G, for getting me into this series
Want to see hot indian boy in season three!
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A couple of days i stood next to a bunch of
AL 1: Ohmigod. Did choo hear that new pawamoh song. What is it called ah??
AL 2: OH I KNOW. Uh... Decode right!
AL 3: I saw the video. That Ed-wad ah... he's so like, HAWT LAH.
AL 2: YAH LOH. and then he fly from tree to tree carrying Bellahh. Damn cool luh.
AL 3: Don't get me started on his hair okay. *siiigghhhh. proceeds on to touch extremely layered hair, with dreamy/faraway look in her blue-contacts filled eyes.
AL 1: I can't wait for the next movie to come out.... Twilight was already sooo good man!
AL 2: Me too. I really lubbed the New Eclipse book!
Um. New Eclipse?! If you're such a great fan of your oh-so-sexy-Robert-Pattison-whom-flits-from-oak-to-oak, at least bother to remember the name of the books.
And pawamoh?! what. an. insult.
Anyway, tomorrow's the chalet at Aranda. We're finally gonna order the merch! And do all sorts of nut-sy stuff! Which means i have to finish Skins Season 1 by tomorrow as well. or. i. will. die.
So that's life now. See ya in a bit! :)
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