From the mind of a dirty nigga who you thought gave a fuck about you are you still down for me ?
I know you hurting and there’s pain baby but you don’t want to see me so what the fuck do you want me to do
You should have never gave me bomb head I would have never mistreated you
I should have never said that you was like all of them other bitches I understand that’s a hard pill to swollow coming from a nigga who you thought completed you
It wasn’t me baby I didn’t fuck her I had every opportunity to tell you the truth but my mind was like a committed married man I never thought I needed two
The money in the bank went towards the hot rods and slippery poles and I guess like a blue dog next to a man with blue balls we didn’t need to sit around playing blues clues
From the mind of a dirty man who didn’t give a fuck about you I wonder are you still down for me
Do you want to ride in my rental car and stay in my cousins crib again because none of that shit really belonged to me
I played you all the way through like the brand new beats cds I bought you to write your rhymes to while I used to rub your feet
Them was the times I stayed on my job never had you crying never caught a sob but then I would run the streets trifling and catching stains like a pack of always discreet
I did you dirty momma I wasn’t careful with my creep I even let your homegirls hit my beep and I even had like 4 other bitches in your sheets and one was a virgin so she was bleeding
From the mind of a dirty man who still don’t give a fuck about you I wonder are you still down for me
And my nigga Daze ain’t really that cool either he took you out when I wasn’t there only because when I did my dirt I needed to make sure you was in bed sleep or atleast having a half ass time without your man in the streets
Remember that time I let Kreesha and Tanisha sneak through the window while you was cooking dinner and then I had em in the bed because Nisha was finna let me get in her
Or that time when you caught me on the stairs with the neighbor you used to beef with I would’ve never got caught if she didn’t spray me with her cheap glitter shit
From the mind of a nigga that won’t give a fuck about you I wonder are you still down for me
I used to get in between your legs and make you feel all good so that you could go to sleep and not trip about me going to the hood
I never took you with me because I didn’t care who could’ve popped you I was fucking bitches everyday my life would’ve still been all good
Remember when I used to have you thinking you was pregnant then I made you eat a pill cause I’ll be damned if I let you raise a better man than his pappy
You was a good girl, smart and went to church but that shit don’t matter I don’t care if you stayed down for life I still ain’t getting married
I did you wrong baby and I know you like Jesus so forgive me. Let me give you some advice baby I ain’t gone never love you but I can hit it right baby.
You know you liked to call on God every night that I was in you. You said you liked the way I slow stroked and called you baby I just liked the fact that I was no good but I drove your body crazy.
From the mind of a dirty nigga who ain’t gone never love you.
I might not be able to get a hot dog, but I guess K.K. was prepared to see me even if it was a big ol’ coincidence. Do you suppose he just has pictures of everybody ready to go back there? Everybody who uses the town photo booth gets their pictures uploaded to a server that K.K. can just access whenever? Why does K.K. have that ability?
I had to go get my hearing tested the other day, and I don’t think the “speech recognition” figure I get is accurate.
This is because since the age of like 9, I’ve been hearing those words in the hearing tests. Say airplane, hot dog, cowboy, ice cream, toothbrush.
The thing is, I have memorized those words, and not intentionally. So when I can barely make them out, I can guess them. When they throw in a word or two out of the ordinary, I can see her scratch down that I’ve missed it. But if it sounds remotely like hot dog, cowboy, etc, I can easily guess even if I haven’t actually heard it clearly.
So even though my hearing is pretty distorted, my audiologist is always like “wow, it’s amazing how high your word recognition is.”
I think the way it’s tested maybe needs to be changed a little bit. But maybe I’m wrong. It’s not even a big deal, just an observation after years of hearing tests. Anyone else have thoughts?
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name: Jessica nickname: Jess, Jessy, Jessi-Bear, Ladybug and Sky lol zodiac sign: Aries height: 5′5″ orientation: Straight nationality: Canadian? lol I have Scottish, Irish and English roots though favourite fruit: Apples, Oranges, Mango, Grapes… favourite flower: I like irises, lilies, and orchids favourite scent: Lavender, Vanilla favourite animal: Dogs and Wolves I guess? coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Ahhh this is so cruel… tea. average hours of sleep: 6-8 depending on the day cat or dog: I like both but dogs!!! favourite fictional character: I have too many so I’ll just pick my current fave which is Magnus Bane number of bankets you sleep with: 1-2 depending on how cold it is. dream trip: China or Ireland. Maybe Scotland lol blog created: November 2012 number of followers: 558
zodiac sign: Virgo
favorite fruit: none
favorite season: fall
favorite book: something by Douglas Adams probably
favorite flower: forget-me-nots
favourite scent: the smell of Thanksgiving spices
favorite colour: blue
favorite animal: probably tigers
coffee, tea or hot cocoa: hot cocoa
average sleep hours: 5 hours I guess
cat or dog person: both are great but I think I like more types of cats, there are a lot of dog breeds I don’t like
favourite fictional character: *sweating* uh……..
blog created: this blog was started September of 2015, but I joined Tumblr on my old blog April of 2013
number of followers: 587 and I’ve got a bad habit of soft blocking people I don’t think are good enough
“Where I live, there are a lot of apathetic people. People who don’t care at all about what they do or how they do it. They let the world wash over them and barely notice anyone else is even there. Leslie Knope is not one of these people. She cares about everything and everyone in our town. I don’t know how she does it. People come to her with the pettiest, stupidest problems and she cares, like, really, actually cares what happens to them. And if you’re lucky enough to be her friend, your life gets better every day. She spends every waking moment thinking of new ways to make her friends happy. There is something wonderful about seeing someone who has found her true purpose on Earth. For some people, I guess, that’s being an astronaut or a hot-dog eating champion. For Leslie, her true purpose on Earth, her true meaning is making people’s lives better. That’s what I love about her.”
Summary: Monsters don’t get sick, there’s no real way for viruses to take hold in bone and scales, they more or less slide off with little more than a cough or a sniffle. Sans knows better, though.
Characters: Sans, Papyrus
Word Count: 1797
A/N: Just a shorter little thing I whipped up during a study break, based on that idea that the skelebro’s magic changes color when they aren’t feeling too great. (I believe this awesome idea belongs to @bedsafely , correct me if I’m wrong!) I kinda took it in a strange direction, maybe one day I’ll fix this up idk