Painting her Weekend
Well it is about time for an update. Unfortunatly I only have event and nothing very philisophical or anything to speak my mind about... thats right Jay, I am just not very sophistical today. muah.On that, Happy Your-Bday-was-a-great-success!!! I had such a blast. and more. and stuff. Though I definately didn't feel so amazing the next day. Sleep never felt so good.
But the next party is going to be just as good. YAY for the luau party ... or the canada day party where I am a loser and wear a grass skirt...and a coconut bra... au natural... but it's all good, because this time I won't be the only super cool person doing it... you know who you are. Everyone better watch out! hahaha
So I finally start to move in this friday. It's earlier but then again I'm not really living there yet. But nevertheless I am super excited. I still need a futon frame though.. and a vaccuum and a microwave. So therefore:
This site is now accepting Donations for the Save-A-Precious-Soul Fund. This time we are attempting to save the precious soul of Leah Wilburn by donating articles for her new apartment in this time of dire dire need. Please give generously... she needs your help. As a special bonus when you donate we will send you a thank you card and a picture of your precious soul greatly enjoying her free gift...ahem, your life saving donation. Thank you all so much. Remember, when you save a soul, you save yourself as well.
That is all for this blog. Tune in next week...and/or another time
I got rhythm, I got music
I don't got my man.. or any man
and that is sad really..
p.s. I miss my Troopa-Wife!!!
posted by Leah Wilburn @ 7:33 PM
1 Comments:
This Blog title always makes me think of this song...sooo:
Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
We dare not stop
Or waste a drop
So let the paint be spread
We're painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
Oh, painting the roses
And many a tear we shed
Because we know
They'll cease to grow
In fact, they'll soon be dead
And yet we go ahead
Painting the roses red
Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
Oh, pardon me
But Mister Three
Why must you paint them red?
Huh? Oh! Well, the fact is, Miss
We planted the white roses by mistake
And...
The Queen she likes 'em red
If she saw white instead
She'd raise a fuss
And each of us
Would quickly lose his head
Goodness!
Since this is the part we dread
We're painting the roses red
Oh, Dear! Then let me help you
Painting the roses red
We're painting the roses red
Don't tell the Queen what you have seen
Or say that's what we said
But we're painting the roses red
Yes, painting the roses red
Not pink
Not green
Not aquamarine
We're painting the roses red!
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