
My room always reflects my mind,
and right now my room is a mess.
Thursdays are awkward, my bike breaks are rusty, untrustworthy, and squeaky.
Janet Jackson needs to stop making albums, 11 is too many.
My stomach is so hungry, and my demeanor is so lazy.
Oh ya and Jon Groff is getting married,
he's so perfect.
He sings, and he doesn't have a single visible flaw, and he's doesn't wear shoes.
But he's getting married, does anyone have his cellphone number?
I wanted to maybe get at him before the wedding and tell him he's making a mistake.
And that he should take me to his private estate so we can have picnic's and scrabble.
And so that he can get his fiancé's wedding dress re-sized to fit me.
I possibly took that too far. But you can't blame me,
I don't know what love is.
love (lŭv)
1. A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.
2. A feeling of intense desire and attraction toward a person with whom one is disposed to make a pair; the emotion of sex and romance.
a)Sexual passion.
b)Sexual intercourse.
c)A love affair.
3. An intense emotional attachment, as for a pet or treasured object.
4. A person who is the object of deep or intense affection or attraction; beloved. Often used as a term of endearment.

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