Dreaming of my favorite skater boy
Oh, to close my eyes but perchance to dream
Of Alex, sweet Alex, whose name I silently scream
For a chance to be in his world I'd give anything
For a chance to be his girl I'd dance and sing
I'd kiss his feet, I'd give him sweets
I'd make his bed so nice and neat
I'd buy him licquor than drink it quicker
Then he should or then I could
I'd stay with him from dawn to dusk
I'd buy him some of his favorite musk
So this is my happy birthday to him
If he'll read it who knows? the chances are slim
But I just had to share with the whole world tonight
That he's a very special guy who I wish was Mr. Right.
Part of yesterday and today I spent at Nikki's house...it was interesting...I feel bad for being such a party pooper at the karaoke thing but I was kind of down and depressed about Alex and about other things and about pretty much things in general. So he will be 15 - why can't it be 18? Damn it...I'm horrible. Anyway, sweet dreams.