Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Hey man, I don't wanna hear about love no more.
I don't wanna talk about how I feel.
I don't really wanna be me, no, no more.
Dress down--
Now I look a little too girl-next-door.
Maybe I should try to be a downtown whore,
That'll make me look hardcore!
I need you to tell me what to stand for...
So I can say that life in Brandiland in no Simple and no Surreal Life. The fact is, Brandi works at Arby's, and she is developing this huge attraction to one of her coworkers.
Oh no, but Brandi knows that she has to be a good girl.
He's just her type too: tall, thin, with a quirky sense of humor and a charming intelligence.
Bonus points that he's a redhead.
Oooh, Brandi. Bad, bad Brandi.
She'll occupy herself with dressing up like the Slytherin Queen for Harry Potter and practicing her English accent. And singing along to Rob Thomas.
Amen.
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Brandi at
10:02 AM
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