funky cold munroe's Journal [entries|friends|calendar] funky cold munroe Wake up in the morning feelin' like P Diddy. Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city. Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack. 'Cause when I leave for the night, I ain't coming back. I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes. Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes. Boys blowin' up our phones, phones. Drop-topping, playing our favorite CDs, pullin' up to the parties. Tryin' to get a little bit tipsy. Don't stop, make it pop. DJ, blow my speakers up. Tonight, I'mma fight, 'til we see the sunlight. Tick Tock on the clock, but the party don't stop, no. ♥ ♥ [ userinfo | insanejournal userinfo ] [ calendar | insanejournal calendar ]

[28 Feb 2010|09:26pm] I think it's time that I mention, I've got myself an obsession, for the smell, for the touch. I know I got myself a habit, but I've got to have it now, I don't care, work it out. Let me break it down. I try it on, I take it off. So what you got? Something about... Boots and boys, they bring me so much joy. I gotta say it I wear 'em both so pretty as I walk in the city. Watch out(  !  ) POST

coments are screened [28 Feb 2010|05:14am] OOC CONTACT POST Third person, storybook, past tense. Open to AIM and threading. Random IMs welcome! READ 1 & POST

what's good, campus? [28 Feb 2010|05:07am] READ 5 & POST

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