Jun 15
hey what if we were all real sweet to each other
crazy i fuckin know
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hey what if we were all real sweet to each other
crazy i fuckin know
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Has anyone told NATALIE that we don't like you lately? Don't think of it as a bad thing think of it as we are telling you the truth . The only fans you have are the ones you pretend to be.
Also Amy is talking to herself. Henry doesn't know her. She's just trying to get his attention because she thinks if he sees her he will fall madly in love with her. Why on earth would he want to go from crazy shit to crazy shit.
I feel sorry for Anny because I think she really believes she was talking to HC but it was just a scammer posing as him . And I think she's going to be hurt when she realizes she is not FS.
And the other brides or want to be FS don't be hating on his real FS when she's with him . Think about how you would feel if it was you.
Let the man be happy. Just be happy for him.
This!!!
No offense, but women are crazy at times, to scary levels. (Bane is a perfect example).
The guy won't be single forever. And there will always be some level of jealousy. That is to be expected.
Fat should never be used as an adjective.
This is the song that makes Adele's album worth a listen. After about 7 songs (I'm not gonna check) of slow rhythms (ok, apart from rolling in the deep but that one is just an O.K. song and rumor has it, let's admit it, is kind of boring) and depressive melodies in what is probably a minor key (I don't know a chimp from an ape in music so back off), after I've been snapping my fingers and muttering "mm-hmms" and saying "you go girl" in the style of the sassy black chubby girl I am inside, I feel ready to stuff myself with pastries and ice cream and go cry under my duvet (which I shouldn't do because I'm in Mexico and it's pretty hot most of the day). However after the first keystrokes (is the term also applicable to piano playing or do I spend so long in front of the computer that it sounds alright to me? I'm not gonna look for that either) and those energetic trumpets (I'm also quite ignorant in terms of telling one wind instrument from another but I'm pretty sure those are not tubas, saxes, fagotts (or bassoons for the politically correct) or french horns (which are actually german I think)) it has this way of turning around the mood, which is also a pretty bad thing to do considering that the songs after this one are also pretty depressing. Anyway, I'm gonna stop the album right after this because I don't need to listen to this lady making a cover of the Cure (is Robert Smith still alive?) and not gonna talk about the lyrics because I have a serious listening problem and just don't understand a word people say when they sing.