I lied. Because it started again, and should keep on through the weekend. -_- This is just WONDERFUL BECAUSE I TOTALLY WANT TO BE SITTING IN THE RAIN ON SATURDAY. Amber, meet pneumonia. Yeah I can spell pneumonia.
Today I got cookies, and then sold them. Because I am the only freak on the planet that doesn't like chocolate chip. I'm a sugar or white chocolate macadamia kinda girl. Holla.
Calli made a blogspot, she said she wasn't famous enough, and I said "Yeah me either, but i don't give a fuck." http://dancingisthedevilsfootwork.blogspot.com/
They used to be invisible. Now they feel invincible. This is the story of a champion. Rounders in the Mob and they pop the guns. Stand up! Stand up! Here he comes.
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Yeah, we we're the first one.
This weekend should be okay. Waking up at like 4am saturday, going to hang out by the red tide infested beach, not coming home till sometime past one. Gotta love life.
Damn they don't make em' like this anymore. I ask, cause I'm not sure. Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness. Cause right now thou has forsaken us. You should be honored by my lateness, that I would even show up to this fake shit. SO go ahead go nuts go ape shit. Especially in my pastel on my bape shit. Act like you can't tell who made this. New gospel, homey, take six, and take this, hatas.
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