Sometimes I feel like I have missed the love boat.
I don't know why I must constantly hear about weddings weddings weddings & babies babies babies. (If you are getting married & have invited me to your wedding...please know that I DO want to be there. I'm just having a pity party a minute.)
All of this stuff just makes me jealous jealous jealous.
And then I feel ashamed of myself for being so selfish.
Kids were always the one thing I wanted. Sometimes, I think the thing we want the most is the one thing we can't have. This life is a test, and patience is a hard lesson. Especially for me, I guess.
God has been testing me. But now that the past 6 months of hell is finally over, and I'm finally feeling well again... I am just as ready as I was before to be in a relationship. I'm not aware if anybody has ever really been in love with me, but I guess I'm a little oblivious about that stuff. After being alone for so long, you start to wonder if you're unlovable! But finding that person is the ONE thing I have No control over at all so I guess I better not spend too much time worrying about it.
Sometimes I enjoy being alone, but most of the time I just feel really lonely having so much time to myself.
I will be starting a new job next month, which will be REALLY good for my soul. ( long overdue) I'm singing with the Jetsonz a lot coming up in the next few months, so that's another source of well needed income. I've also been singing more gigs with the Hip Pocket lately & it's possible that may lead to a full-time thing as well. I have started saving up to take a trip to Europe & so that's something to look forward to for sure!!
Now if I could just snag Mr. Right...
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
I choose to believe...
I would like to believe that everything happens for a reason. That God knows what he's doing and has planned every single moment of every day of my life. That the sickness I have been living with for the past 4 months is just another trial or a lesson I must learn & that I will come out of it a better person. But it gets hard, when you're in the thick of things, to see the big picture. To remember that this is just now, and it will get better. That even though I can barely stand for 10 minutes at a time, even though I count each step I take right now because of the pain I am constantly feeling...this is just now, and I will get better. That even though I have never felt so alone in all my life, I am not alone & God is with me. "Though none go with me, still I will follow, no turning back, no turning back."
I would like to believe that I do have a purpose for being on this earth. That we all do. That even though right now I live at home with my parents, (which was a blessing in disquise with my being so sick) and have a job that I genuinely dislike, I will find my way soon enough.
I would like to believe in love again, but I'm not sure. I have been hurt in my love life very, very deeply. (Perhaps because I love so deeply, but I don't really know the reason.) The only lesson I have learned is bitterness & disdain for men in general. I know that is wrong, and that there are good men out there somewhere...but I I guess I have yet to love one of them. When I was 22 I fell in love with, at that time, a close friend of mine. He was my best friend, and we were inseperable. I loved his family too, which made it all the more difficult when it was over ...whatever IT was. He may not even acknowledge me as anything more than a friend. I confessed my feelings to him, and cried because he was leaving me to go to school out of state. Maybe he took my tears as a sign of weakness, I don't know. He never was the type of man to speak freely of his feelings to me. I took his actions to mean more than his words because the actions were what mattered to me at the time. I heard what I wanted to hear in the words he said, and never questioned them because I had so much faith. He left me alone and left for school. There was the phone, email, visits with his mother and sisters, and I worked hard at WMU to get my degree because I looked forward to a future as his wife. I believed in him. I believed in us. I believed he would come back to me because I loved him. How could anyone I loved that much not love me in return?
But he didn't. I doubt now that he ever did.
He met someone else. I found out when I went to visit him on spring break. He married her. I found out they were engaged through his mother who told me that she was "the one" for him. I discovered that they had been married through pictures on the internet. I cannot begin to describe the pain of it all.
So though I would like to believe in love, that it conquers all, that it exists for all of us and endures all things... I cannot honestly say that I do.
As I write this, the tears come and go. Still, 3 years later, I remember every word he ever said to me like a song I can't get out of my head. I was a truly a naive fool in love with a man who never deserved me... but that doesn't bring me the comfort that it should. Maybe one day it will.
But I must say, that I am changed. I am no longer naive. I am no longer little miss pure and virginal. It is not easy to gain my trust, or enter my inner circle of friends. I do not blush at the sight of an attractive man, and I do not believe the pretty words I hear so easily because I know what most men want from me now is power over my heart & body. Power that I am not willing to give them anymore. And maybe that makes me bitter, but it makes me smarter too. It makes me harder to hurt, and harder to love.
In the end, I think it will just help me to find a man who deserves my love, time and devotion.
It's not a game, it's about respect.
There have been many men in the past 3 years, but there will not be many more. I finally know my worth as a woman. A good woman. And though the "happily ever after" seems far away... it can't be too far. We are never too far from the things we deserve in this life, and never too far from the life after. And that's what I want to believe; what I choose to believe.
I would like to believe that I do have a purpose for being on this earth. That we all do. That even though right now I live at home with my parents, (which was a blessing in disquise with my being so sick) and have a job that I genuinely dislike, I will find my way soon enough.
I would like to believe in love again, but I'm not sure. I have been hurt in my love life very, very deeply. (Perhaps because I love so deeply, but I don't really know the reason.) The only lesson I have learned is bitterness & disdain for men in general. I know that is wrong, and that there are good men out there somewhere...but I I guess I have yet to love one of them. When I was 22 I fell in love with, at that time, a close friend of mine. He was my best friend, and we were inseperable. I loved his family too, which made it all the more difficult when it was over ...whatever IT was. He may not even acknowledge me as anything more than a friend. I confessed my feelings to him, and cried because he was leaving me to go to school out of state. Maybe he took my tears as a sign of weakness, I don't know. He never was the type of man to speak freely of his feelings to me. I took his actions to mean more than his words because the actions were what mattered to me at the time. I heard what I wanted to hear in the words he said, and never questioned them because I had so much faith. He left me alone and left for school. There was the phone, email, visits with his mother and sisters, and I worked hard at WMU to get my degree because I looked forward to a future as his wife. I believed in him. I believed in us. I believed he would come back to me because I loved him. How could anyone I loved that much not love me in return?
But he didn't. I doubt now that he ever did.
He met someone else. I found out when I went to visit him on spring break. He married her. I found out they were engaged through his mother who told me that she was "the one" for him. I discovered that they had been married through pictures on the internet. I cannot begin to describe the pain of it all.
So though I would like to believe in love, that it conquers all, that it exists for all of us and endures all things... I cannot honestly say that I do.
As I write this, the tears come and go. Still, 3 years later, I remember every word he ever said to me like a song I can't get out of my head. I was a truly a naive fool in love with a man who never deserved me... but that doesn't bring me the comfort that it should. Maybe one day it will.
But I must say, that I am changed. I am no longer naive. I am no longer little miss pure and virginal. It is not easy to gain my trust, or enter my inner circle of friends. I do not blush at the sight of an attractive man, and I do not believe the pretty words I hear so easily because I know what most men want from me now is power over my heart & body. Power that I am not willing to give them anymore. And maybe that makes me bitter, but it makes me smarter too. It makes me harder to hurt, and harder to love.
In the end, I think it will just help me to find a man who deserves my love, time and devotion.
It's not a game, it's about respect.
There have been many men in the past 3 years, but there will not be many more. I finally know my worth as a woman. A good woman. And though the "happily ever after" seems far away... it can't be too far. We are never too far from the things we deserve in this life, and never too far from the life after. And that's what I want to believe; what I choose to believe.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Career Test
In the never-ending search for a meaningful exsistance, I have taken a career/personality test on the site Princetonreview.com. I find it interesting that of all the fields below, I still can't choose one. I also find it ironic that one of my selected jobs was "career counselor." Yeah, sure...cuz all people need is the most indecisive person in the world telling them what they should do with their lives.
Anyway, here are my results. They are pretty interesting. I challenge my readers to take this test & post their results! I am interested to see the other color types...
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People with blue Interests like job responsibilities and occupations that involve creative, humanistic, thoughtful, and quiet types of activities. Blue Interests include abstracting, theorizing, designing, writing, reflecting, and originating, which often lead to work in editing, teaching, composing, inventing, mediating, clergy, and writing.
People with blue styles prefer to perform their job responsibilities in a manner that is supportive and helpful to others with a minimum of confrontation. They prefer to work where they have time to think things through before acting. People with blue style tend to be insightful, reflective, selectively sociable, creative, thoughtful, emotional, imaginative, and sensitive. Usually they thrive in a cutting edge, informally paced, future-oriented environment. You will want to choose a work environment or career path in which your style is welcomed and produces results.
Careers from The Princeton Review Guide ToYour Career linked to "Blue" interest:
Actor
Animator
Anthropologist
Antiques Dealer
Archaeologist
Artist
Career Counselor
Child Care Worker
Clergy--Priest, Rabbi, Minister, Imam
College Administrator
Comedian
Cosmetologist
Curator
Dentist
Disc Jockey
Editor
Fashion Designer
Film Director
Film Editor
Graphic Designer
Guidance Counselor
Human Resources Manager
Interior Designer
Inventor
Journalist
Librarian
Management Consultant
Market Researcher
Media Specialist
Musician
Nurse
Nutritionist
Occupational Therapist
Paralegal
Pharmacist
Philosopher
Photographer
Physical Therapist
Physician
Political Scientist
Product Designer
Professor
Psychologist
Public Health Administrator
Book Publishing Professional
Researcher
School Administrator
Secretary
Social Worker
Sociologist
Speech Therapist
Teacher
Travel Agent
City Planner
Writer
Chiropractor
Public Relations
Substance Abuse Counselor
Trial Lawyer
Hospice Nurse
Landscape Architect
Optometrist
Website Designer
Digital Artist
Mediator
Small Business Owner
Theologian
Web Art Director
Web Editor Consultant
Florist
Media Planner
Set Designer
Anyway, here are my results. They are pretty interesting. I challenge my readers to take this test & post their results! I am interested to see the other color types...
____
People with blue Interests like job responsibilities and occupations that involve creative, humanistic, thoughtful, and quiet types of activities. Blue Interests include abstracting, theorizing, designing, writing, reflecting, and originating, which often lead to work in editing, teaching, composing, inventing, mediating, clergy, and writing.
People with blue styles prefer to perform their job responsibilities in a manner that is supportive and helpful to others with a minimum of confrontation. They prefer to work where they have time to think things through before acting. People with blue style tend to be insightful, reflective, selectively sociable, creative, thoughtful, emotional, imaginative, and sensitive. Usually they thrive in a cutting edge, informally paced, future-oriented environment. You will want to choose a work environment or career path in which your style is welcomed and produces results.
Careers from The Princeton Review Guide ToYour Career linked to "Blue" interest:
Actor
Animator
Anthropologist
Antiques Dealer
Archaeologist
Artist
Career Counselor
Child Care Worker
Clergy--Priest, Rabbi, Minister, Imam
College Administrator
Comedian
Cosmetologist
Curator
Dentist
Disc Jockey
Editor
Fashion Designer
Film Director
Film Editor
Graphic Designer
Guidance Counselor
Human Resources Manager
Interior Designer
Inventor
Journalist
Librarian
Management Consultant
Market Researcher
Media Specialist
Musician
Nurse
Nutritionist
Occupational Therapist
Paralegal
Pharmacist
Philosopher
Photographer
Physical Therapist
Physician
Political Scientist
Product Designer
Professor
Psychologist
Public Health Administrator
Book Publishing Professional
Researcher
School Administrator
Secretary
Social Worker
Sociologist
Speech Therapist
Teacher
Travel Agent
City Planner
Writer
Chiropractor
Public Relations
Substance Abuse Counselor
Trial Lawyer
Hospice Nurse
Landscape Architect
Optometrist
Website Designer
Digital Artist
Mediator
Small Business Owner
Theologian
Web Art Director
Web Editor Consultant
Florist
Media Planner
Set Designer
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
You may get a kick out of this...
So Saturday morning me and my friends Rachel, Terri, and Wendy were recovering from a girls night'o fun. We ate breakfast, and watched about 4 episodes of Sex & the city on Terri's Tivo. I don't remember what exactly was said during the conversation, but at one point Terri said "Christ on a Pony!" I may have peed myself a little at that point because I had never heard anyone say that before.
Well I found this picture online today...randomly...and had to share it!
http://www.greatdreams.com/rider.jpg
I love my girlfriends. They complete me:)
Well I found this picture online today...randomly...and had to share it!
http://www.greatdreams.com/rider.jpg
I love my girlfriends. They complete me:)
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
No more hiding behind....
When I was young, I spent a lot of time daydreaming. I constantly wondered what it would be like to be somebody else for a day. I wondered what it would be like to have their thoughts & feel their feelings…it always was fascinating to me how very different we all are from each other. I think that my frequent wondering & daydreaming as a child has made me an intuitive woman, a feeler, and I genuinely care about the way my words & actions affect others. This is all fine & good, and possibly one of my better attributes…but shouldn’t the most important thing should be how my own thoughts & words affect me?
All that being sensitive and worrying and caring so much ever did for me was get me diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. See site: http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/anxiety-disorders/complete-publication.shtml/
I used to have panic attacks frequently. I had to take beta blockers & anti-depressants because the constant worry made me feel out of control, and feeling out of control gave me depression. The only thing that I felt comfortable doing was singing, because it’s the thing that I was best at & the thing I love best. My majoring in music and being in such a competitive environment for 5 years probably did more damage than good. Here I am, 2 years after graduation, working in an insurance call center & hiding behind my fears.
I’m not sure when I started thinking so negatively, but I think it’s really more anxiety based than anything else. You start with one aspect of yourself that you want to change, criticize it instead of working to change it, and long before you realize it has spread to all other aspects in your life. By then, you feel so overwhelmed that you can’t change anything! I’m not going to blame my mother for my insecurities, although anyone who knows me knows that growing up dealing with her constant criticism for many years was not easy. Spending 5 years at WMU being treated like a voice & not a person was not easy to deal with either. But the fact is: I am TIRED of being afraid. I am tired of not feeling good enough, worthy enough, thin enough, confident enough, pretty enough…so here’s the thing:
No more.
It’s about time I took control of my life. I’m 25 years old! I want to be able to look in the mirror & love myself. I want to love myself inside too…like I used to when I was younger! I have been hiding behind my fear for far too long now…and hiding behind my weight for 8 years. That 30 lbs is outta here, and this time I’m serious. I don’t care if I have to work out 2 hours a day for the next 3 months, I am going to lose that damn weight. I’m gonna get my shit together financially, get my own place, record another demo…and move away to be on my own a while. I’m going to find a job that doesn’t suck the life out of me every day….one I love.
Let go of the past, live in the present, & dream of the futureJ
All that being sensitive and worrying and caring so much ever did for me was get me diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder. See site: http://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/publications/anxiety-disorders/complete-publication.shtml/
I used to have panic attacks frequently. I had to take beta blockers & anti-depressants because the constant worry made me feel out of control, and feeling out of control gave me depression. The only thing that I felt comfortable doing was singing, because it’s the thing that I was best at & the thing I love best. My majoring in music and being in such a competitive environment for 5 years probably did more damage than good. Here I am, 2 years after graduation, working in an insurance call center & hiding behind my fears.
I’m not sure when I started thinking so negatively, but I think it’s really more anxiety based than anything else. You start with one aspect of yourself that you want to change, criticize it instead of working to change it, and long before you realize it has spread to all other aspects in your life. By then, you feel so overwhelmed that you can’t change anything! I’m not going to blame my mother for my insecurities, although anyone who knows me knows that growing up dealing with her constant criticism for many years was not easy. Spending 5 years at WMU being treated like a voice & not a person was not easy to deal with either. But the fact is: I am TIRED of being afraid. I am tired of not feeling good enough, worthy enough, thin enough, confident enough, pretty enough…so here’s the thing:
No more.
It’s about time I took control of my life. I’m 25 years old! I want to be able to look in the mirror & love myself. I want to love myself inside too…like I used to when I was younger! I have been hiding behind my fear for far too long now…and hiding behind my weight for 8 years. That 30 lbs is outta here, and this time I’m serious. I don’t care if I have to work out 2 hours a day for the next 3 months, I am going to lose that damn weight. I’m gonna get my shit together financially, get my own place, record another demo…and move away to be on my own a while. I’m going to find a job that doesn’t suck the life out of me every day….one I love.
Let go of the past, live in the present, & dream of the futureJ
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
OMG BCKY LK @ HR BTT IISB!
20 points to the person who can tell me what song that is. 30 points to the person who can tell me who sings it. If you get both right??? Yeah...there's no bonus cuz I'm a bitch.
Or, in the immortal words of Britney Spears:
"It's Britney Bitch."
Only copy & paste this line. Okay, now delete the britne part and add kell to the y. okay, now laugh a minute at me because you just did that in your head & didn't need to copy & paste. Thanks.
Yes. She's back & I'm back. She's back on stage at the VMA's in skimpy black underwear singing "gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more more more." I'm back at work in my boring desk job getting a migrain just thinking about how bad her performance SUCKED! Song is catchy, but it will be better when I sing it a karaoke fully clothed & drunk off my ass. Kinda makes you lose respect for Britney. What? You never had any respect for Britney?
Oh. Well then...
Moving on, I realize it's been quite a while since I posted a blog. I also realize that I am the kind of person who needs to talk about things going on in my life. I have decided it's time I blog a few times a week. Since the link to "Adventures with Aria" is on two of my friends pages...I'll have to live up to their blogging expectations. (Love you guys!)
I'll try to come up with worthwhile things to talk about, although some of it will probably be bitching about the men in, or not in my life. Names will be changed to protect the innocent, unless you're guilty- at which point I will bold your name, & cross it out a few times in 72 font. So don't mess with me people! :)
I'm half kidding.
Anyway, this has been the introductory blog post. I shall write another after lunch. It probably will have something to do with me hating my job.
Chou chou!
Or, in the immortal words of Britney Spears:
"It's Britney Bitch."
Only copy & paste this line. Okay, now delete the britne part and add kell to the y. okay, now laugh a minute at me because you just did that in your head & didn't need to copy & paste. Thanks.
Yes. She's back & I'm back. She's back on stage at the VMA's in skimpy black underwear singing "gimme gimme more, gimme more, gimme gimme more more more." I'm back at work in my boring desk job getting a migrain just thinking about how bad her performance SUCKED! Song is catchy, but it will be better when I sing it a karaoke fully clothed & drunk off my ass. Kinda makes you lose respect for Britney. What? You never had any respect for Britney?
Oh. Well then...
Moving on, I realize it's been quite a while since I posted a blog. I also realize that I am the kind of person who needs to talk about things going on in my life. I have decided it's time I blog a few times a week. Since the link to "Adventures with Aria" is on two of my friends pages...I'll have to live up to their blogging expectations. (Love you guys!)
I'll try to come up with worthwhile things to talk about, although some of it will probably be bitching about the men in, or not in my life. Names will be changed to protect the innocent, unless you're guilty- at which point I will bold your name, & cross it out a few times in 72 font. So don't mess with me people! :)
I'm half kidding.
Anyway, this has been the introductory blog post. I shall write another after lunch. It probably will have something to do with me hating my job.
Chou chou!
Friday, June 8, 2007
IDK my BFF Jill?
I had an awesome night last night with my girl Playtah! We went to Bar Louie, and spent a majority of the night trying to come up with a name for the band I'm in. Formerly known as "Spice of Life" about 20 years ago....you can see why we need a new name. Anyway, I have a list here on crumpled cocktail napkins. It's actually more like 5 cocktail napkins. So I thought I would post the list, just for laughs. Now keep in mind, most of the funny ones contributed were because Playtah is AWESOME! Below is a list of the Band Names we came up with. It's fricken long. If you read the whole thing, I love you.
Ok, here goes:
A Problem Like Maria
"The AARP Band (not pronounced like a seal sounds you IDIOT)"
Herring Circus
Goblet of Tranquility
The $8 Martinis
Simon Cowells Inlaws
The Abdul Habbit
Shaka Tron
Your Mom's Band
Chapstick Revolution
Where There's Smoke
Napkin Renaissance
Rejected
Dutch Oven
Throw Boys at Rocks (Or Throw Rocks at Boys)
Joint Custody
Up Front
Drama Club
Vacancy
Rims on Hondas
Loco Band
Decadence
Crap, it Ripped
Yeah, that's what she said
Longer than you thought
Short Island
Speared Nostril
The Cheney Connection
Confusing Pimentos (what are they anyway?)
That Not-so-fresh feeling
Puppies are cute
L.O.L. band
IDK my BFF Jill?
Argyle Fox
Streak Free Shine
Duck & Cover Band
Stop, Rock, & Roll
Give Bees a Chance
Sweet Geogia Pez
George Bush on My Mind
We Need More Cowbell
UPS Broke My Vase
For English Press "1"
That Better Be Platinum
Pub Darts
Cow Tippin'
Life in the Fastlane
The Garden Nomes
Eat Our Shorts
I Want A DNA Test
Light Socket Shuffle
We're up 3 to 1
Romancing the Waffle
Barrel of Funky's
Psychadelic Fisticuffs
Snobbish Walrus
The Dealership
Put the Monkey in Time Out
Paddle With Holes
Wind Resistance
Gym Sock Boogie
Yarn For Afghans
The Yeah, Yeah, No, No Band
6 Months to Live
Pie
Boogie oogie oogie band
Funkytown
FMLA
Hit The Snooze
You've Got Something on your Shirt
Times New Roman (12 font)
The Detroite (pronounced Detwah)
Statutory Cake
Piping Hot Gravy
My Uncle Touches Me
20 Minutes at 350 degrees (serves 4)
Turn Me Over I'm Done
Mongoose Charms
Death Spiral
It's Not Over Til We're Done
You Might Wanna Have Yourself Tested
Pay Attention to Me!
Buy These Pills
Checkity Check 1 2.
Tell your Kids to Stay in School
Pencil of Destiny
No, Seriously. This is our band name.
What Michael Jackson Passed On
We're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat
Verse, Verse, Chorus, Bridge
I Just Threw Up in my Mouth (A little bit)
Sign me up if you've got longer hair than me
Your Face
Two-Ply
Two Weeks Notice
Pink Slip
Bubble Tiger
Scar Trouble
Paper Dragon
Purple Oragami
Late Rental
so...that's it. What do you think about those. Lol.
Ok, here goes:
A Problem Like Maria
"The AARP Band (not pronounced like a seal sounds you IDIOT)"
Herring Circus
Goblet of Tranquility
The $8 Martinis
Simon Cowells Inlaws
The Abdul Habbit
Shaka Tron
Your Mom's Band
Chapstick Revolution
Where There's Smoke
Napkin Renaissance
Rejected
Dutch Oven
Throw Boys at Rocks (Or Throw Rocks at Boys)
Joint Custody
Up Front
Drama Club
Vacancy
Rims on Hondas
Loco Band
Decadence
Crap, it Ripped
Yeah, that's what she said
Longer than you thought
Short Island
Speared Nostril
The Cheney Connection
Confusing Pimentos (what are they anyway?)
That Not-so-fresh feeling
Puppies are cute
L.O.L. band
IDK my BFF Jill?
Argyle Fox
Streak Free Shine
Duck & Cover Band
Stop, Rock, & Roll
Give Bees a Chance
Sweet Geogia Pez
George Bush on My Mind
We Need More Cowbell
UPS Broke My Vase
For English Press "1"
That Better Be Platinum
Pub Darts
Cow Tippin'
Life in the Fastlane
The Garden Nomes
Eat Our Shorts
I Want A DNA Test
Light Socket Shuffle
We're up 3 to 1
Romancing the Waffle
Barrel of Funky's
Psychadelic Fisticuffs
Snobbish Walrus
The Dealership
Put the Monkey in Time Out
Paddle With Holes
Wind Resistance
Gym Sock Boogie
Yarn For Afghans
The Yeah, Yeah, No, No Band
6 Months to Live
Pie
Boogie oogie oogie band
Funkytown
FMLA
Hit The Snooze
You've Got Something on your Shirt
Times New Roman (12 font)
The Detroite (pronounced Detwah)
Statutory Cake
Piping Hot Gravy
My Uncle Touches Me
20 Minutes at 350 degrees (serves 4)
Turn Me Over I'm Done
Mongoose Charms
Death Spiral
It's Not Over Til We're Done
You Might Wanna Have Yourself Tested
Pay Attention to Me!
Buy These Pills
Checkity Check 1 2.
Tell your Kids to Stay in School
Pencil of Destiny
No, Seriously. This is our band name.
What Michael Jackson Passed On
We're Gonna Need A Bigger Boat
Verse, Verse, Chorus, Bridge
I Just Threw Up in my Mouth (A little bit)
Sign me up if you've got longer hair than me
Your Face
Two-Ply
Two Weeks Notice
Pink Slip
Bubble Tiger
Scar Trouble
Paper Dragon
Purple Oragami
Late Rental
so...that's it. What do you think about those. Lol.
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