AllChokedUp: I hear you. I read every word and I heard you.
Listening to: Righteous and the Wicked.
I hate: 8th grade gossip.
I love: funky bass lines
Funny how the only words said during dinner were "How's school?" and "Good." Wow, great progress everyone. You all get a cupcake cause you're so fucking good today. Congrats! Whatever...
*Song changes to Give it Away*
Why the hell is everyone is 8th grade so immature. Its like, we made progress in 7th grade, and 8th grade they went back to being dumb. And I can't stand all this "boyfriend-girlfriend" crap. Yeah, right. You're 13 and your parents don't let you go out alone, especially with a boy. How in the world do you say you have a relationship if the only way you know (i mean truly KNOW) this person is through silly texts. I hope they all fall in love and have little babies. That should make their lives a whole lot better, not to mention make them feel like grown ups.
**"Its a beautiful baby boy! says the doctor. Oh great, I will name him Nick Jonas."***
Going to Victoria's house on Saturday for a sleepover birthday partay. Oh goody goody! I can't wait to indulge in off-limits junk food and add to my already protruding belly.
My friends say that my belly protrudes in a way that makes me look pregnant. Its actually quite strange. And no amount of situps will flatten it. Haha, I look about 1 or 2 months (not too late for an abortion, atleast a pretend one). Wait, what the hell am I saying!? I am not actually having a baby!
I can't wait to have kids. Well, I can wait, but I know that one day I will and it will be the happiest day of my life.
I always say that if i were a Hollywood mom, I would have to give my baby a strange or different name. I chose Sundance as mine. From the Native American sundance in the 1800s.
During the summertime, the Sioux Indians and many other nations would gather together. They would play games, hunt, have races, and hold councils with the elders. They also took part in a religious ceremony called the Sun Dance, which went on for 4 days. I would go into the American Ghost Dance, but you could just look up the lyrics and learn a bit about it. Nice how RHCP ties into History...
Keeps me from insanity
Living off of vanity
You are so conventional
Not so very sexual
Keeping me alive
Saving the deprived
Looking in the mirror
Yes, you are my hero
Six strings of drugs
All very addictive
I will never kick it
You are my restrictive
Praying for a better day...if I knew how to pray
- September 11, 2008
- x0oRHCPo0x
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