To celebrate, I'm just going to work out. It's OK, I did a lot of living last week.
I've updated my pictures per a reader's request.
Now...I want something from you.
I think it's fair; I pour out all my insanity for your entertainment, but once in a blue moon, I'm going to ask you to do something for me, besides get me soup (which no one did, not that I'm bitter):
- Call this number: 1.XXX.XXX.XXXX and listen to the directions. (20070419 EDIT: thanx! I've gotten all the voices I can use)
- Wait a sec and then say your name/LJ name
- Wait another sec and read the below work, I Remember Seventeen
- If you screw up, hit # and start again.
If you're a chick, I have no idea what to change lines 9 an 14 to; I leave it up to you to figure that part out.
Since we're are not dating, please keep your crazy to yourself - I'm deleting everything else that deviates.
Read it how you read it. I wanna hear your voice reading it the way you would read it.
It's only fair
You know what I sound like.
I remember seventeen,
All my ways and means,
All my little dreams.
I remember seventeen
Man, seventeen years ago
Back when I had flow
(Or I had thought so)
Love's simple, the beauty queen.
My friends, all on the scene;
trying to be cool,
looking like some fools.
But I thought I was pretty slick
with the pretty chicks.
But really, I had no flow
and those girlies, they laid me low.
Back then it all meant so much,
all those little cuts,
everything that sucked.
Me, a stupid kid
hoping to be big.
Course, it’s a little sad
all my memories;
how different I thought I’d be
from my current state of me.
Still, sometimes, so far away
sometimes, like yesterday,
yeah, I remember seventeen.
All those little cuts…
Music: I had so many crashes That I couldn't feel at all and it feels like I'm 17 again