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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.


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Thursday, April 17, 2008 ( 9:45 PM )



Something is seriously wrong with me.
on tuesday, i forgot the drawing block.
on wednesday, i forgot the extension wire.
on thursday, today, i forgot the strawberries - for a strawberry drink.
Oh my god, I think I might be losing my brain, and I need memory pills.
Luckily I managed to get the strawberries back. I'm so pissed at myself, I... don't know what to say already.

And the mother has been scolding me non-stop, our relationship hasn't been good at all recently, and last night she said the most cutting words a mother could ever say to her daughter, and i feel as though i've pretty much lost everything i could lose in life.

TEP's started, and the first 3 days were very difficult gathering that I don't know how to wake up on time, but I've surprised myself that I've not been late at all. Yay. And its also difficult because I don't quite like the idea of a 9-5 job. Or in our case, an 8-6 job, so to speak.

But they always say the first 3 days of any change or turning point is the most difficult (when it's a big change or turning point, of course, like quitting a habit or smoking or something), and the 4th day has proven to be much smoother. And we've got our print groups and briefing, and I'm pretty excited about this print stopover cos I can't say that I'm much of a production person. Heh.


Toodles.