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When I was six years old, my sister Alison asked for a stove for her birthday. A miniature one you could actually could with and my mum was nice and she bought one. Alison needed a reason to bake something, barged in my room and she grabbed me. She said "I made a cake and we're going next door to Sam Leinstein's and you're getting married." The cake was burnt. It tasted gross. She made me kiss him. On the mouth. Now I am 33, I'm married happily, no plans in life and I'm planning to keep it that way. I do kissing with only one mission; do you like to kiss? Then you have my permission. And I've already spent too much time doing things I didn't want to, so if I just wanna make out all the time, you can bet your black ass that I'm going to. When I was 9, I was kind of a loser, the kids in my class didn't like me. Melanie Showers; the meanest of all, Letras de cancionesand my mom made me go to her party. Nobody talked to me, I sat there quietly, drawing with crayons on a napkin a picture of Melanie, skewered with a pitchfork, her legs getting eaten by lions. The cake was good I took some home I had a party in my room. Now I have friends and I'm not such a loser and I go to bars all the time and I sit there and I order red wine and I write and I like being alone around people, yes, that's how I like it. And I've already spent too much time doing things I didn't want to. So if I wanna sit her and write and drink wine, you can bet your black ass that I'm going to. Yes, I come here often. Sure, I'll have another one. Yes, I come here often. Sure, I'll have another one. But I don't have to talk to you! When I was seventeen I was a blow job queen, picking up tips from the masters. I was so busy perfecting my art, I was clueless to what they were after. Now I'm still a blow job queen (far more selectively) I don't make love now to make people love me. But I don't mind sharing my gift with planet, we're all going to die and a blow job's fantastic! And when I was 25, I was a rockstar, but it didn't pay too well, I had to strip on the side of the road to get ready for shows and the cars driving by, baby, they'd never know what a bargain they'd gotten and if I'm forgotten I'll be perfectly happy with all that has happened. And I still get laughed at, but that doesn't bother me I'm just so happy to hear laughter around me. And I'e already spent too much time doing things I didn't want to. So if I wanna drink loads and dress like a pirate or dress like a dyke and wear high heels and lipstick or hide in a convent or try to be mayor or marry a writer smoke crack and slash tyres make jokes you don't like or paint ducks and retire... You can bet your black ass that I'm going to From Letras Mania