är illa tvungen att skriva ett nytt inlägg efter att papi kallade min erykah badu-text för "emo-skriverier". URSÄKTA! but why?

uppdatering:
céline har flyttat.
martin har flyttat.
sofie har flyttat.
louise har flyttat.
matilda har börjat plugga.
pablo ska flytta.

inser väl nu att jag måste ta tag i mitt liv. det är dags!
fuck GUD varför blev jag så lat?

One day he gon' say you crowding my space
One day he gon' say you crowding my space
I said one day he gon' say you crowding my space
One day he gon' say you crowding my space
So pack lightGirl I know

Sometimes it's hard and we can't let go
If someone hurts you oh so bad inside
You can't deny it, you can't stop crying
So if you start breathing then you won't believe it
You'll feel so much better, so much better baby

So where my garbage bag lady
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
And what about the grocery bag lady
Bet ya love can make it better
I'm talkin' to my Gucci bag ladies
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
And what about my paper sack ladies
Bet ya love can make it better
What about my nickel bag ladies
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Light pack when ya pack ya bags ladies
Bet ya love can make it better
And what about my booty bag ladies
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
And what about the cheap sack babies
Bet ya love can make it better
So what about the plastic bag ladies
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
And my baby baggin' mamas
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
All my book bag ladies
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go
Zip-lock bag ladies
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go

jag kan ärligt säga att jag inte har skrattat så mycket på länge. de jeansshortsen är to kill for!