yes, a new song! Whoopee!
The one thing my brother told me,
when he left to go to jail, was:
"Baby, take care of one thing
and no it's not my golden ring
No baby I ain't talkin' diamonds
with diamonds I could part
No baby I ain't talkin' diamonds,
I'm talkin' 'bout your little heart
Keep your heart in your ribcage
behind those bars, like you would with a bird
So that it won't fly and flutter away
So that it won't get hurt
Now baby don't talk to me 'bout freedom
I know what freedom is
and I just want what's best,
what's best for my li'l sis' "
Well brother you said this before,
like when you called me a whore
and went to jail because you stabbed a gent'
who was brave enough to kiss my hand
This weekend was one of oldfashioned good old time jokes. I liked that. Just the crappy shit we always do, no? (in which crappy shit refers to awesome coolness jwz)
Oh, and the Tinkebell. opening playing went well! It was kind of, I don't know, scary, but it was nice. Someone videotaped it and I got some flashes so there should be pictures somewhere.
Oohlala gimme my sleep!Ciao bellasxxx.

