the imperfect perfectionist

*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Ten Things I hate about you

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 that 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 little bit, not even at all.

sigh

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<~ perfected ~>
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