No doubt I'm bummed. Tonight we were supposed to be sippin' on gin and juice talking about how good it feels to be a gangsta. I was going to wear a plaid skirt, carry a dooney and burke purse, put my heart in motion and back that azz up. All I want to do is have some fun and get ready for the next episode, but our 90s party is postponed! And next week I'm leavin' town!!!
I was really going the distance when I decided to make the ultimate 90s mix with popular songs from when we were merely freshmen. I told Craig about my idea and he said, "Don't speak. I know just what you're thinking," and we started picking out some of the dopest songs. I told him, "we need some Nsync and Backstreet Boys," and he said, "Are you insane in the membrane? How's it gonna be when you play that crap?" I replied, "there's no need to argue. All that shimmers in this world is sure to fade." I thought to myself, he's pretty fly for a white guy, but what's his age again?
We burned 4 cds of 90s songs, just the two of us. "Thank you, you're a rockstar, baller and shot caller," I told him. "Remember that lovin' is what I got," he replied and added, "words can't say and I can't do enough to prove that it's all for you." What a dreamlover! Someday we're going to move into the country and eat a lot of peaches.
I might not get to see you all before I leave. It's killing me softly. I only want to be with you, but I must go practice santeria and chase waterfalls. I miss you already and maybe when I get back we can all jump around, zoot suit riot and get jiggy with it 'round here. But it's closing time and there's still so much to say so much to say so much to say so much to say. I wish you all lots of TLC and champagne supernovas because I've got a hand for you. Remember groove is in the heart so let your light shine down, spread your love and fly. Though I'm far away I'll whisper your name into the sky and I will wake up happy. Bye Bye Bye!
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