February 9, 2011

stereophonics, ltd

dear hot blonde, says roger in my diary,

yup that's me. oh yeah. hot from head to toe- most certainly. all hundred and forty pounds of me- all in my middle section- with my eye color that of shit and my ass flat as it gets- i am one extremely hot chic. yup. i am hot alright cant you tell? and my snatch down there- at one time IT DID SMELL but it sure doesn't anymore- ima cleaned up whore- i'm not around the city employee anymore. no, i ain't proud of where i have been. but i am proud of what i could have been. the potential i have would blow your mind- i truly am 'ONE OF A KIND,' and now that i ain't for sale anymore- i call myself a whore- isn't that ironic- the irony in it all? seriously tho, i know what i am worth now, because the man in new york pays me, but i am waiting for the man who i want to love and lay me. i don't think i know him yet- at least i hope i don't, because nobody around here i am able to trust. and i am worth the fuss.