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Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of
Shopping for labels, shopping for love
Manolo and Louis, it’s all I’m thinking of

I already know what my addiction is
I be looking for labels, I ain’t looking for love
I shop for purses while I walk out the door
Don’t cry, buy a bag and then get over it
And, I’m not concerned with all the politics
It’s a lot of men I know I could find another one.

What I know is that I’m always happy
When I walk out the store, store
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Love’s like a runway but which one do I love more
No emotional baggage, just big bags filled with Dior
Love’s like a runway, so what’s all the fussing for
Let’s stop chasing them boys and shop some more

I know I might come off as negative
I be looking for labels,
I ain’t looking for love
Relationships are often so hard to tame
A Prada dress has never broken my heart before

And, ballin’s something that I’m fed up with
I’mma do the damn thing, watch me do the damn thing
Cause I know that my credit card
Will help me put out the flames
I’m guessing Supercalifragi-sexy,
Nothing to be playing with
I love him, hate him, kiss him, diss him,
Tryna to walk a mile in my kicks

Gucci, Fendi, Prada purses,
Purchasing them finer things
Men they come a dime a dozen,
Just give me them diamond rings
I’m into a lot of bling,
Cadallic, Chanel and Coach
Fellas boast but they can’t really
Handle my female approach
Buying things is hard to say
Rocking Christian Audigier, Manolo,
Polo, taking photos in my Cartier
So we can’t go all the way,
I know you might hate it but
I’mma shop for labels while them ladies lay and wait for love



Labels or Love, Fergie





the greatest thing you'll ever learn,
is to love and be loved.


Guacamoleee moleeee moleeee

Tuesday, March 20, 2007 ( 8:09 PM )



I guess I should be happy with my results, seeing your tags and all.
But I really am not, because I dropped, and I feel so fucking pissed because despite working hard my gpa didn't improve. And gpa is bloody important to me because it determines whether or not I have a future at a university.

AHHHH.

Anyway, working at daiso and nivea for 5 days straight has left me with trembling calves. Standing for 8 hrs straight, cannot sit down, is really good if you want to firm up your legs. Ohoh, and more so if you have to squat down/kneel down to reach low shelves and tiptoe to reach shelves high up.

Ah I am dead tired.
I am starting to sprout nonsense from my ears.
I am hearing things with my mouth.



Beneath the milky twilight,
Lead me out on the moonlit floor;
Lift your open hand,
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance,
Silver moon's sparkling...
So kiss me.