Lina- Hobbyfilosofi

nej nu ska jag sova, jag har precis ätit apelsin. såhär 02,40. Det är inga.

Slösurfade lite och så kom det upp en ruta där det stod "vill du veta vilken din dödsdag är? Gör testet baserat på den senaste rönen" INGEN, jag repeterar INGEn vill väl ändå ta det testet? Herregud. Jag vill väl aldrig "få veta" det. Och skulle det visa sig att den dagen kommer snart, skulle jag göra en hel massa dumma saker kan jag lova.

Lyssnar på gamla låtar här på datorn , hittade lite Jens Lekman. Kom inte och säg att denna texten är kass
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They say you can't judge a man
Until you've walked a mile in his shoes
So I stole your shoes
And I walked a mile in them
And I still won't consider you a friend
The shoes were a pair of Nikes
I do admit I liked these
White and navy blue
You're a dick in pretty shoes
I must say you're a dick in pretty shoes

And I thought about the kid who made them
Working his ass off for a loaf of bread
And for all I know that kid just might be dead

They say you can't judge a man
Until you've walked a mile in his shoes
Does that rule apply
To a man who mostly walks barefoot
Out of all my old friends
There is one who I cant stand
So I stole his shoes
And walked across the land
And now I'm going to judge that man

'Cause you're a dick
That's your new title
For a boy so idle
For a boy so fashionless
For one hundred dollars at best
You'd kiss yourself with your own lips
I may not be Tom Cruise
But I've got a pair of pretty shoes
And I ain't giving them back to you
No I ain't giving them back to you
I'm keeping this pair of pretty shoes