by undertaker. » Fri Mar 08, 2013 1:35 pm
I need 150$ for my field trip. And $5 more for the party tomorrow. -sigh- I'm not made of money, social life! I'm actually pretty poor, ok. Please stop costing so much money.
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...My mom just asked if I'm going clubbing again. What the...Okay, mother, you're embarrassing me. It's not "clubbing"...It's just..dancing with guys and girls in a group. And it's not like I dress inappropriately...a sweater and jeans is fine. Mom, you're so embarrassing sometimes. Everyone else's moms are all like "Oh sure, doll! Here! Just be back before midnight!" and you're all "Are you going clubbing again? Just stay away from all the guys, and be back in an hour!" ....Mom, you're killing what little social life I actually have.
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you'd play with me like a child

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me when I've got nothing but my aching soul?
I know you will, I know you will
I know that you will
Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?
