shaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadap short stuff!!!!

<------cranks up ABBA.........DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW!!!

G-night gypsy

You'll have to be mad at someone else now!

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM OK GNITE FANTA!!!!

<------------GETS READY TO BE MAD AT SOMEONE ELSE NOW!!!

Good luck with that... I thought it was still my turn to be mad at people... but ok... you can have a turn..

I feel like a real person....maybe I am...whoo hoo!!!

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm you can be mad too jess!!! I just think I need someone to yell at!!!

Aren't there any idiots left in current events.... have you yelled at ALL of them...already??

I havent been there lately!!! Last time I was attacked with guns and mean emails!!!

I think I found someone in relationships to yell at...

aahhahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I shall yell at my son tomorrow for his buzz cut!!!!!!!!!!!1 bloodyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ell!!! why is he doing this to me???? he thinks it funny to make mom mad!!!

I suspect he does... the defiance disorder that he inherited from his Mum, may have something to do with it....

I knowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Mom and dad.............geeeeeeeeeeeez not a good combo!!!! But he is funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnny!!!!!!!!!! gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawd he makes me laugh like no other!!!!

That was cool!!!

Someone yelled at me instead of me yelling at them!!! Is that like reverse psychology.... I'm good.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr NO ONE YELLS AT ME AT GETS AWAY WITH IT!!!!!!!!!!!1

Methinks I know the answer to the whine of the hour why all men are arseholes....

in one easy post....

jugglo is back !

I was down at the New Amsterdam staring at this yellow-haired girl
Mr. Jones strikes up a conversation with this black-haired flamenco dancer
She dances while his father plays guitar
She's suddenly beautiful
We all want something beautiful
I wish I was beautiful
So come dance this silence down through the morning
Cut Maria! Show me some of them Spanish dances
Pass me a bottle, Mr. Jones
Believe in me
Help me believe in anything
I want to be someone who believes

Mr. Jones and me tell each other fairy tales
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you. Ah, no, no, she's looking at me."
Smiling in the bright lights
Coming through in stereo
When everybody loves you, you can never be lonely

I will paint my picture
Paint myself in blue and red and black and gray
All of the beautiful colors are very very meaningful
Greg is my favorite color
I felt so symbolic yesterday
If I knew Picasso
I would buy myself a gray guitar and play

Mr. Jones and me look into the future
Stare at the beautiful women
"She's looking at you.
Uh, I don't think so. She's looking at me."
Standing in the spotlight
I bought myself a gray guitar
When everybody loves me, I will never be lonely

I want to be a lion
Everybody wants to pass as cats
We all want to be big big stars, but we got different reasons for that
Believe in me because I don't believe in anything
and I want to be someone to believe

Mr. Jones and me stumbling through the barrio
Yeah we star at the beautiful women
"She's perfect for you, Man, there's got to be somebody for me."
I want to be Bob Dylan
Mr. Jones wishes he was someone just a little more funky
When everybody loves you, son, that's just about as funky as you can be

Mr. Jones and me staring at the video
When I look at the television, I want to see me staring right back at me
We all want to be big stars, but we don't know why and we don't know how
But when everybody loves me, I'm going to be just about as happy as can be
Mr. Jones and me, we're gonna be big stars

Dear Diary

I think i might call Gypsy "The Flash Girl" from now on