One Nice Thing About Growing

Celebrity Despicability Is A Precious Thing.

Every Moment Of My Life Has A Soundtrack, So I Never Know When Some Song Is Going To Jump Me By Surprise And Bring The Memory Alive.

The Dilemma Of The Eighth-grade Dance Is That Boys And Girls Use Music In Different Ways. Girls Enjoy Music They Can Dance To, Music With Strong Vocals And Catchy Melodies. Boys, On The Other Hand, Enjoy Music They Can Improve By Making Up Filthy New Lyrics.

Somtimes You Lie In A Strange Room, In A Strange Person's Home, And You Feel Yourself Bending Out Of Shape. Melting, Touching Something Hot, Something That Warps You In Drastic And Probably Irreversible Ways You Won't Get To Take Stock Of Until Its Too Late

Girls Take Up A Lot Of Room. I Had A Lot Of Room For This One.