candy candy..i love candies
that's it...
my final call
i am melting
the sweetest candy alive
The Painter
- Roses
- Instead of things I'm good at, it might be faster to list the things I can't do. I can't cook or clean the house. My room's a mess, and I'm always losing things. I love music, but I can't sing a note. I'm clumsy and can barely sew a stitch. My sense of direction is the pits, and I can't tell left from right half the time. When I get angry, I tend to break things. Plates and pencils, alarm clocks. Later on I regret it, but at the time I can't help myself. I have no money in the bank. I'm bashful for no reason, and I have hardly any friends to speak of
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2 comments:
Kakakaka....
You and your candyman...
he defines sexy. period.
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