FluroDreams

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you. Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand, Vanished from my hand, Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping. My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet, I have no one to meet And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to. Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me, In the jingle jangle morning I'll come fo

Im currently holidaying (is that a word?) in Australia. I miss home. I miss Cuba Street and i miss my friends. For me the only good thing about Australia is my family. Well my grandparents acctually. Im rather sick of my cousins. They are so bitchy and just cant accept that im not like them. My cousin Maddy told me that i looked liked a forty year old just because i was wearing a sixties purple paisly (sp?) dress! My other cousin calls me a conformist. When it comes to it he is more of a conformist then me! Also they keep saying my nose is big. Its just average size. :( They are making me all self-consious. I havent been self-consious in year

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XRbeUnn-AUA&feature=related Peace and Love. xxxx