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New Year's Resolutions. |
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So like, it's New Year's Day? And like these are like totally my resolutions so go ahead and read them... or something.
I promise to like, not use a synthesiser on all my unpopular songs and that's like all of them so I won't like use one like ever again.
I won't, like, be a hooker anymore. 'cause, like, Mommy says I could get money if I sing and not, like, shriek. I can do that, right? So yeah, like, okay.
I'll, like, stop using the sun-bed. 'Cause like it can't take like, the overuse. So I'll, like totally have to use the sun to get a tan.
I'll quit cutting my hair so, like, I don't need to use, like, extensions or something.
I'm, like, gonna get over myself... no, wait. That'll take, like, all year. Okay, so I'll save that for next year.
I'll stop, like, trying to wear clothes that are, like, so totally too small and I'll, like, make Mommy buy me the right size.
I'll pose nude for porn magazines only, like, when I, like, totally need a guy - oops, that's like all the time! Ignore that one.
I'm, like, not gonna stop throwing myself into, like, Prince William's arms. 'Cause like, when he said I was a skanky ho, he was like just kidding, right?
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