Sometimes he rants, sometimes he smiles. Sometimes he jokes, sometimes he sighs. Sometimes he's happy, sometimes he's sad. Sometimes he's good, sometimes he's bad. Sometimes he's there, sometimes he's gone. Sometimes he stalls, sometimes he's done. But whatever Marcelle says, whatever he'd do, you can be sure, it's true! It's true!
Friday, September 08, 2006
Yes. You read it right.
Thanks to my bessy, Estelle, I am meeting Batista later tonight.
I think nothing more needs to be said beyond that.=P