Because I'm very farigh at work...

I am thinking about GRPs

I said the right things at the wrong time

I want satisfaction

I wish for clarity

I miss being 17

I hear only what I want to

I wonder why I turned out this way

I regret nothing. ever.

I am almost what I want to be

I dance like a three-legged paraplegic dog

I sing like a 12 year-old girl or a busted bass drum depending on the song

I cry … =)

I write for me

I confuse people for fun

I need her

I should lose the flab

I finish right after her =P

I tag anyone as farigh as I am.

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