I give up. No seriously, I do. Sometimes I try and sometimes I don't and when I don't, I still have fun, but I don't get hurt. So back to the old Angie. The fun time Angie. The seven guys at a time Angie that cares about no one or their feelings and especially doesn't care about her own.
Ok, so maybe that is a little dramatic. But I just don't want to do it anymore. Guys are confusing, I don't get them and I can't pretend to be able to understand why they do things and why they don't.
From the immortal words of Paula Abdul:
"I've been a fool before
Wouldn't like to get my love caught
In the slammin' door
Are you more than hot for me
Or am I a page in your history-book
I don't mean to make demands
But the word and the deed go hand in hand
How about some information--please"
A little "straight up" information would be helpful. I will be a fool no mo'.
And I am going to start dressing like this
5 comments:
First, I think that I am going to dress like too (but you can probably pull this off better then me).
I recently wrote a poem expressing my concerns.
I hope that you get through what ever.
I'm all for you dressing like that.
Oh Ang. It sucks. But at least you have reason to mimic a great icon of our decade.
I believe I have a Paula dance workout video on VHS if you need it.
I wrote a poem for you that might help. I worked really hard on this for you Ang.
He's a cold hearted snake. Looking into his eyes. Uh oh, he's been telling lies. He's a loverboy at play, he don't play my rules. Ahh, oh, girl don't play no fool.
Sunny, it's like you knew what I was feeling in my heart.
You're no Paula Abdul, but I think you really hit on something there.
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