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Oh my god. No.
It can't be true. He can't be engaged. No no no.
It's been 8 MONTHS, Wentz. 8 fucking months. You don't marry someone after 8 months.
I don't like it. I know it sounds dumb, and it's none of my business, but I don't like it at ALL.
It just doesn't seem right. Just... no. Just no. Please... no.
I even like Ashlee. I think she seems nice, and I even life her family, as crazy as that may sound. I don't know why this bothers me.
But oh my god no. No no no. He can't marry her. Isn't that what the dude in Good Charlotte did to Hilary Duff? Or at least didn't he date her?
Yeah, look at Good Charlotte now. I mean, they were never *good*, but look at them when they started and look at them now.
No no no. I know I sound like a selfish brat, but I don't care. It's not right. Something's going to go wrong. It just doesn't feel right.
Just... no.
/end rant.
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Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends. |