Due to studying, I had a sleep-deprivation induced dream in which I am dressed as Diana Ross in a long flowing emerald sequined high neck ball gown, surrounded by my Supremes, and singing to a stadium full of loving fans. As I sing, I toss my enormous, picked-out afro, make small waves to the audience, blow kisses, and generally act like the insufferable diva I long to be. Rachel is sitting in the front row.
I sing, “I know, I know you must follow the sun,
Wherever it leads
But remember, If you should fall short of your desires
Remember life holds for you one guarantee
You’ll always have me.
And if you should miss my love, One of these old days—(clasp my breast)
If you should ever miss the arms,
That used to hold you so close, or the lips
That used to touch you so tenderly (pause to wipe my eyes)
Just remember what I told you,The day I set you free!”
Supremes: Ain’t no mountain high enough
Me: Woo-hoo!
Supremes: Ain’t no valley low enough
Me: Say it again Ow!
Supremes: Ain’t no river wild enough
Me: Say it again!
Together: To keep me from you!
And twirl, and spin, and freeze!
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Oh Ms. Bees! I was just telling someone today about you. I was like, "my hag this, and my hag that." Shopping excessory Knees. Sexual escapades confindante Knees. Is there anything this girl can't do?!
P.S. you LIKE being in my filthy mind. Come visit me and I will sustain you on a pure diet of sass, wild-berry skittles, and dry martinis. Ok? Splendiferous!
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