Blog de blondebabe00 - Hold up, wait a minute. Put a little love in it... - Page 61

CrOaTiA --> franny, claudia, amsie!

ok am rlly wanted me to put this pic on ..
so here it is!! hehe lol srry i kinda forgot to put it on before ..
and yknow i told u that i would hav to decal everything but oh well, who cares ?!:P
hehe love ya all sooo much, long live croatia :P<3

lucky things, ur all so friggin skinny looking!

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# Posté le mercredi 24 mai 2006 17:40

AppleTree

------------------Girls-----------------
-------------are like apples----------------
---------on trees. The best ones-----------
--------are at the top of the tree.----------
------The boys dont want to reach--------
----for the good ones because they-------
--are afraid of falling and getting hurt.----
-Instead, they just get the rotten apples--
---from the ground that aren't as good, --
-but easy. So the apples at the top think-
-something is wrong with them, when in--
----reality, they're amazing. They just----
-----have to wait for the right boy to------
-------come along, the one who's---------
-------------brave enough to---------------
------------------climb all-------------------
------------------ the way-------------------
------------------to the top------------------
-----------------of the tree.-----------------

think about it, you could
say it's practically true!

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# Posté le mardi 23 mai 2006 09:54

Modifié le mardi 23 mai 2006 10:05

P!NK --> dear mr.president

A really good song --> recommended!

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?
What do you feel when you look in the mirror?
Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work