Friday, June 11, 2010

Dear Mister Suave, Mr. Pennybags, and Mr. Famous.

Just wanted to point out that I don't care how good looking you are, rich you are, or who you are: You cannot waltz up to me and think that I will fall in love with you, just because you can pull that off with everyone else. I know what I want. And if you're not that well too bad. Bravado will not win my heart, or my body.

Life tastes sweet.

Sometimes I just can't breathe.