Sandra

vaknade igår och var sjukt trött. tänkte att jag absolut inte skulle gå ut ikväll också, men så blev det!
Det blev för mycket tequila och lagom med dans, skrik, och prat!
När jag kommer hem frågar mamma om jag har bråkat med någon och ber mig titta i speglen. Då upptäcker jag att jag har rivsår i ansiktet, som dessutom blöder. undra vem det var;P


Nu är det bara att ladda upp inför en ny pissig vecka.


Simply knowing you exist aint good enough for me
But asking for your telephone number
seems highly inappropriate

Seeing as I can't
even say "hi"
when you walk by

And that time you shook my hand it felt so nice
I swear I've never felt this way about any other guy
and I never usually notice other people's eyes but..

I conducted a plan
To bump into you most accidentally
but
I was walking along
and I bumped into you
much more heavily than I'd originally planned.
It was well embarrassing and
I think you thought that I was a bit of a twat

I just think that we'd get on
I wish I could tell you face to face
instead of singing this stupid song
but yeah I just think that we might get on

So I went to that party
everyone they were kind of arty
And I was wearing this dress
'cause I wanted to impress
But I wasn't sure if I look my best
'cause I was so nervous
But I carried on regardless
strutting through each room
trying to find you

And when I saw you kissing that girl
My heart, it shattered
and my eyes, they watered
and when I tried to speak I stuttered

And my friends were like "Whatever,
you'll find someone better,
his eyes are way too close together
and we never even liked him from the start.
And now he's with that tart,
I heard she'd done some really nasty stuff
down in the park with Michael.
He said she's easy
and if your guys with someone who's sleazy
then he ain't worth your time
cause you deserve a real nice guy"

So I proceeded to get drunk and to cry
and I locked myself in the toilets the entire night

Saturday night, I watched Channel 5
I particularly liked CSI
I don't ever dream about you and me
I don't ever make up stuff about us
that would be classed as insanity

I don't ever drive by your house to see if you're in
I don't even have an opinion on that tramp
that you are still seeing

I don't know your timetable
I don't know your face off by heart
but I must admit that there is a part that still thinks
that we might get on
that we could get on