Stop paying me random visits, you are not welcome
Stop tricking me and making me think you are gone when you aren't,
Please, please, just leave me and my little weak tummy alone,
I know that it is you little baby pink pill, you better cut it out.
(That's my poem i wrote dedicated to the awful tummy demon)
Got some more online shopping done while in bed tonight, time is running out and i really need to catch up with this gift list deal.
Trying to brain stop some sort of a new crazy delicious cake... so tough when i'm a cake lover and the possibilities are so endless.