Hair Ppllllllllllllllllllllllll! I am a mermaid shabiki and wanna be a mermaid! But I wanna see if I'm actually a mermaid... hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm................................ we can find out together :) maoni if I know a sight that tells us if I they a mermaid :)
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U upendo the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I upendo baths
6. I watch siku little mermaid everyday. But the swali is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
I heard that I can have these signs:
1. U upendo the ocean
2. The ocean is calling out for u
3. U don't like wearing pants
4. I r naive
5. I upendo baths
6. I watch siku little mermaid everyday. But the swali is are we mermaids? Do we have a psychic connection with the ocean?
Are we even humans?...
Pls we can help each other find out :)
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
wewe used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
wewe made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only wewe knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
wewe ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But wewe were wrong
zaidi so than any upendo song
wewe made me want to sing
With wewe following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing wewe that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
wewe used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
wewe made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only wewe knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
wewe ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But wewe were wrong
zaidi so than any upendo song
wewe made me want to sing
With wewe following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing wewe that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of watu mashuhuri turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in onyesha business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived kwa his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived kwa his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! wewe always end up like this. Maybe wewe should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face au back. Not me!
Please e-mail me au comment. Tell me if wewe like this segment au not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! wewe always end up like this. Maybe wewe should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face au back. Not me!
Please e-mail me au comment. Tell me if wewe like this segment au not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.