Because you are a 'BEEEE-YAAAA-CHE'.
OMG, I’M SINGLE ON CHRISTMAS, YET AGAIN.
WE’RE GONNA PARTAYEEE EHHH EHHH EHHHH EHHHH EHHHHHHHHHH. IT’S BRITNEY, BEEEE-YAAAA-CHHEEEE.
Because you are crowned.
- abel says: eh hello
- abel says: long time no see
- C. says: I KNOW RIGHT.
- C. says: like how bad a friend can you get?
- C. says: i, now award you worst-friend-of-the-year-2008
- abel says: i would like to thank god
- abel says: and alll the ppl who help me get to where i am right now
- C. says:
- EH
- abel says: and lastly
- abel says: my lovely clara
- C. says: eh what only
- abel says: LOVELYclara
Because I say now.
Come home, V. Now. Please?
“ Are you holding back,
like the way I do.
Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away.
like the way I do.
Cause I’m trying, trying to walk away.
Because just sometimes you have to pause.
I think I may need to check myself into rehab for a bit. Cut down on smoking and take a break from drinking. I’ve drunk myself completely ill. COMPLETELY. Okay, maybe I saw it coming but decided I wouldn’t take it too seriously until it caught up. I’ve been having this really throbbing chest pains whenever I drink. Give it awhile (after quite a few glasses) and i’ll be in major agony on the bed, unable to sleep. I merely thought it just happens, happens to everyone. Then on Saturday, I decided for the sake of old friends and catching up, I had several glasses of beer before turning pallid and passed out for a bit. The chest pains were rather last warning, I could only sit in one position where I couldn’t feel the pain at all. Picture this, I just looked like I had suffered a stroke. The girls took quite a while to adjust me to get me into the car and get me out. At home, I could barely take my clothes off or do absolute anything. After half an hour of squeeling, I managed to adjust myself onto the bed and try to get some shut eye. Unfortunately, the pain was not easing and my parents had to rush me to the hospital. And till today, that annoyance of a chest pain is still haunting me and my 5 types of medication and pain-killers are not much of a use. Alcohol is the monster under my bed. If I were you, take my advice and go easy on the alcohol. I think I’m dying before I reach 30. Not good news.
Because the Playboy Mansion IS a slut fest.
Imagine being 28 and married to the Playboy founder, Hugh Hefner, who is old enough to be my grandfather. Then sharing your home with him and two other girls. IT’S A WHOLE SLUT FEST GOING ON! And she’s devastated over failed attempts to conceive a child with the 82-year-old. I SERIOUSLY WONDER WHY. Just sometimes, these hollywood celebrities brighten up my night with their absolute nonsense. Like how Lindsay Lohan’s risky new diet is carrying an armful of fattening treats like candy, soda, doritos and cartons of cigarettes and yet she looks as this as ever. And according to In-Touch weekly, Sam Ronson and her deny having an eating disorder and L.Lo has dropped more than 10 pounds since hooking up with Sam Ron. (I don’t remember dropping any weight when I hooked up with anyone, instead I got fatter). Then you have Anne Hathaway who is becoming alarmingly thin since her breakup with her ex-husband. (Whenever I went through a break-up, I truffled everything like there was no tomorrow). These weightloss stuff amaze me. I’m going to over-exercise and under-eat. Oh, and drink pomegranate juice everyday because it detoxifies your colons and you need to wash crap outta it because.
“ Cause’ when a heart breaks, no it don’t break even.
Breakeven - The Script
