No particular rhyme or reason, but this is what I've got on repeat:
So come on, and shake your bum-maker. That's what I'm singing in my head... which generally means it's wrong. Don't burst my bubble.
In honor of Bobyn... another good friend lost to Canada. Wah.
Give me cinnamon rice drink.
I don't think I'll ever die living as free as Gaga's hair, but whatever. It's an ideal.
I've been listening to this since finals, and I finally just googled Bette Davis to check out her eyes. All I know is that if I had Gaga's hair, and Bette Davis's eyes... ow ow.
Like a boss.
One more day til a mini vacay... Happy Fourth everyone!
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