NOW.
Oh Johnny.Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.
When are we going to cut the cow dung and just admit that we're crazy about each other?
I mean let's face it; you're a long haired, piano playing, cigarette smoking man, and I'm a girl who's turned on by long haired piano playing smokers.
We're a match made in Buddha's crockpot, can't you see?
shit that you can dance to. shit you can't dance to. shit you can play along on Air-Guitar to. shit that goes up through the copper of your headphone wires and implants itself between your ears note by note.
i'm a popcorn whore.
The glowing box is evil. Smash it. And by that i mean, i don't have time anymore, so seasons on DVD are "da shit."
words words words.Junie B. Jones.Anything Vonnegut. • Salinger • Rennison •Ginsberg •KerouacWhy I'm Like this.Russia is for Lovers.Etc.
Ashlee Simpson's old nose ( he held out 'til the bitter end, that one did ) and That One Ant in the Trail that never Dies no matter How many Times you Smash/Spray/Step on it.You go little buddy.