"well she poses for the camera with an awkward face,
and she walks through the halls with little or no grace,
she is single, wonders why,
asks you out, you'd rather die!
she's the brown girl afterall."
yeah, mitch wrote a song about me.
imagine it to the tune of its a small world afterall. beauty,no?
and she walks through the halls with little or no grace,
she is single, wonders why,
asks you out, you'd rather die!
she's the brown girl afterall."
yeah, mitch wrote a song about me.
imagine it to the tune of its a small world afterall. beauty,no?
oh, and i'm a polka dot junkie
day dreamer. i'm so content with my life that it can be disgusting.
pinky swears mean the world and beyond to me. i love strangers. i can't cook, clean, or whistle. but i have a mighty impressive wink on my hands. not to mention i can move my face in the strangest ways.
i've got the greatest friends ever. i know everyone says that, but in my case it's actually true. .i can be really naive sometimes i'm a super curious person. i have a strange love for pens and stationary. i get butterflies constantly, so i eat salt to make them go away.
it doesn't really work.
people have a hard time pronouncing my name, so i let them call me whatever they want. i'm sickeningly positive.i get really excited when my phone rings
i like my stories, and i'll tell them over and over again.
i'm just as nice as the next person
i grew up cross eyed and with huge glasses. i blame that for a lot of stuff.
i want to change the world.
i want more.