Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Poor Amy Winehouse
Ammmyyyyy. I love you so much. You've gotten me through the bad times, and, well thats it. Your music isn't too fitting for good days. But anyways, I love you. I know you don't have much longer on this earth. If you want 48 bottles of jack, take it. Vodka for breakfast, you got it. Anything to ease the pain in your last months of life. You weren't around for long, but you kicked ass while you were here! We love you!
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