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Currently listening to: Straight Up – Paula Abdul
I’ve been a fool before
Wouldn’t like to get my love caught in the slammin’ door
How about some information, please
Straight up now tell me
Do you really want to love me forever oh, oh, oh
Or am I caught in a hit-and-run?
Straight up now tell me
Is it gonna be you and me together oh, oh, oh
Or are you just having fun?
She was 62 years old when she performed in L.A. two years ago; she opened for the New Kids On The Block.
I was in the middle of a phone cleanse—updating numbers and birthdays, deleting old videos and snaps, adjusting my camera settings—when I came across my blocked contacts list.
I’ve blocked 151 numbers.
It usually starts with a friendship that’s no longer viable or things with the dude didn’t work out. I’ll delete the name, then block the number. That way if I ever have a moment of weakness and want to unblock the person later on, I won’t know which number belongs to who.
I’m horrible with phone numbers. I don’t even have my mom’s or my brother’s memorized. I know, it’s pretty bad.
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