It's a new art form, showing people how little we care.
"I bet most the time you’re too insecure to admit it. You’re the last in line to move, now I’m running out of things that I can say cause nothing that I say is really helping anyway."
"So I got edges that scratch and sometimes I don’t got a filter, but I’m so tired of eating all of my misspoken words."
Kicking it old school today, circa 2002.
Home cooked meals for Sir Poops A’Lot.
This is why there is always cat hair on our clothes….
Bring on the screaming teens.
Playing in the trees :)
"…but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end."
If I keep listening to this song it will be the weekend… that’s how it works, right?