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Today, must finish the painting in the apartment. One room to go and some trim work in the bathroom. Not too bad in theory. Another night where I sleep poorly, constatly awoke as if by some other means than by my own accord. The cubs were midly better in the sleep department, we weren't up untill five am with them. I guess I just must be comming down with something, not myself. Told hubby the other day that I felt like a teenage protatute. Don't even know where that came from, just opened my mouth and there it was. Ah, que cera, cera. What ever will be will be, the futures not ours to see, que cera cera...
July 17 2005, 23:39:27 UTC 6 years ago
sometimes courtney love says it best...
When I was a teenage whoreMy mother asked me, she said, "Baby, what for?
I give you plenty, why do you want more?
Baby, why are you a teenage whore?"
I said, "I feel so alone and I, I wish I could die"
I've seen the things you put me through and I, I wish I could die
When I was a teenage whore
The rain came down like it never did before
I paid good money not to be ignored
Then why am I a teenage whore?
I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you
Denying what...what what you put me through
...of my house...get out of my house!
Get out of my house...get out of my house!
When I was a teenage whore
My mother asked me, she said, "Baby, what for?
I give you plenty, why do you want more?
Baby, why are you a teenage whore?"
I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you
I don't want to live what you had...you have put me through
I wanted that shirt and I, I wanted those pants
It's all the lying put me through and I
I never had a chance...whoa!