Dawn, Dawn, Dawn ... Dawn, Dawn!!
All I bloody well think about is Dawn.
I was at work yesterday on a late and it was her shift and I had a relaxing evening.
She spoke to me like a normal human being so instead of ignoring her in my mind I actually took in what she said and actually answered in a normal way.
Though I bet next time she's been a b!tch again and I'm angry at her.
It's just something about her... I mean she gets to me more than anyone I've met in my life... and.... I think I kinda like it. =/
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Started Journal : 26/12/2012
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Cinnamon Sunday, love is in your eyes.
But never in your heart.
Cinnamon Sunday, feeling like I’m home.
I’ll never forget the way you turn me on.
Cinnamon Sunday!
But never in your heart.
Cinnamon Sunday, feeling like I’m home.
I’ll never forget the way you turn me on.
Cinnamon Sunday!