tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88773552009-02-20T23:04:43.648-05:00SH@NERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11418499759235638159noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8877355.post-1104907500583476662005-01-04T23:53:00.000-05:002005-01-05T01:45:00.583-05:00There I go , thinking of you again... <br /> <br />You don't know how sick you make me <br />You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach, <br />Every time I think of you, I puke. <br /> <br />I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem <br />but off of the dome would probably be a little more, more suitable, for this type of song <br /> <br />I got a million reasons off the the top off my head that I can think of <br />Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to <br /> <br />So fuck I'm gonna start right here <br />I'll just be brief <br />I'm 'bout to rattle off some of the reasons... <br /> <br />I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo, of you on my arm but what do I go and do? <br />I go and get another one, now I got two, <br />Now I'm sittin here with your name on my skin <br />I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit <br />My next girlfriend now her name's gotta be Kim....shiiiiit! <br /> <br />If you only knew, how much I hated you <br />For every mother fucking thing you've ever put us through <br />Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you boooo-hoooo <br /> <br />You don't know how sick you make me <br />You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach, <br />Every time I think of you, I puke <br /> <br />You must just not know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh <br />You may not think you do <br />But you do <br />Every time thinnk of you, I puke <br /> <br />I was gonna sit down and write you a little letter <br />But I thought a song would probably be a little better <br />Instead of a letter <br />That you'd probably just shred up <br /> <br />I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think <br />How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to a stupid piece of paper <br />I'd rather let you see how much I fuckin' hate you in a freestyle <br /> <br />You're a fuckin' cokehead slut I hope you die <br />I hope you get to hell and satan sticks a needle in your eye <br />I hate your fuckin guts you fucking slut I hope you die, diiieee <br /> <br />But please don't get me wrong, <br />I'm not bitter or mad <br />It's not that I still love you <br />It's not cause I want you back <br />It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack <br /> <br />But what else can I do? <br />I haven't got a clue <br />Now I guess I'll just move on, <br />I have no choice but to <br /> <br />But every time I think of you now all I wanna do is puke <br /> <br />You don't know how sick you make me <br />You make me fuckin' sick to my stomach <br />Every time i think of you I puke <br /> <br />You must just not know-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh <br />You may not think you do <br />But you do <br />Every time I think of you, I puke <br /> <br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">-Eminem, 2004 <br /> <br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8877355-110490750058347666?l=gowing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SH@NERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11418499759235638159noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8877355.post-1102094551859736962004-12-03T10:41:00.000-05:002004-12-03T12:22:31.860-05:00Well everything is finally going great im my life other than work havent had time to deal with that yet I have my kids full time once again. I also have a new room mate I got the nerve to kick the other bum out and let a wonderful woman move in and this place hasent looked better well i dont have much time to write at this time but i will keep it updated as much as possible ...... <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8877355-110209455185973696?l=gowing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SH@NERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11418499759235638159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8877355.post-1098761469040534502004-10-25T23:21:00.000-04:002004-10-25T23:31:09.040-04:00<span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">well im back again have nothing better to do on a monday night , I have cleaned my house did the dishes and now looking fo something to do other then sit at the computer . I have never thought life would ever be this boring i guess once you become a parent everything changes , Im sure its because im a single father and need to be more outgoing like i use to be as a teen. I never had problems finding something to do i had friends call every 15 min to do something .... i think thats just life ... someone help me change it lol.... <br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8877355-109876146904053450?l=gowing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SH@NERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11418499759235638159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8877355.post-1098749160051199212004-10-25T20:02:00.000-04:002004-10-25T20:07:28.486-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Hello ppl this page is thanks to mud just wait and see what kind of things get posted here after a good night out lol hope you enjoy ......... <br /></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8877355-109874916005119921?l=gowing.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SH@NERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11418499759235638159noreply@blogger.com2