Can you find your soul at the back of the closet? Or perhaps you left it in the shower. Maybe it's hanging out to dry on the clothes line. Did you lose yours too?
I think I really need to scrub my soul and ask it what it wants. I need to feed it, bathe it and sing it to sleep. Maybe then, it will tell me what I can do to stop feeling this way.
There’s a gaping hole in my heart. It’s SO huge I don’t think there’s just one thing that can fill it up. I can name a few that can but they’re not here. I’m not there. And there will still be holes even if I tried.
Oh BOO HOO. Suck it up Doro. *slaps*
Sorry, that was my alter ego. Now we return to our joke of the day: Disney's Desperate Housewives via beliefnet
A dash of Disney, a sprinkle of pop punk, lashings of sweet treats, a pinch of superheroes, bundles of laughter and a tinge of crankyness.
All wrapped up in a pretty package that resembles the Cookie Monster.
Also self proclaimed Princess of Le Cupcake Kingdom
People I love. Music. Sweet treats. Singing animals. Movies. Princes. Books. Fables. Hindustan Heroes.
Sinks my Ship
Rude people working in hospitality and sales. Long queues. Idiots CUTTING long queues. People who Patronise.
Wishlist
To finally figure out what I'm meant to do. To travel the world. To eat anything without gaining ungodly amounts of weight. To get my happily ever after. :)
via beliefnet
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