Aww... even when she cries she still looks cute.
Babies are evil. They enchant you with every little twitch of their cute pouting mouths.
Unless you're a big fan of babies, you won't understand.
Currently listening to the whole 'Play On' album by Carrie Underwood. My recommendations: 'Cowboy Casanova', 'What Can I Say' and 'Look At Me'.
I think Carrie Underwood's songs are the type that orthodox parents will nod their heads to. Country + pop = good music ok? Just look at Taylor Swift.

Although I have to admit that he is insufferably sexy, it's true that it's the only positive thing I can say about him. Perhaps I'm blind, and maybe it is healthy to be blind for once in my life.
Look at me now and tell me I'm still me. For what can I say? That it wasn't in my nature to fall into this trap and play these silly little games. And those with experience will say that I'm looking for excuses, because they learned to give in and they accepted the fact that they're suckers for it.
My valid defenses are that I'm not ready and I'm not sure. A futile one would begin with the phrase: 'I don't want to be in love.'
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