this means we will treat his mom's kitchen like our own personal cafeteria.
and that i might get smoked out with santa cruz's finest.
and dreddy's boyfriend wants me to help sell his bike. he wants $1,000 for it... so anything over that is all me.
anyone want a bike for a million dollars? (ruttedout [at] yahoo.com)
what's cool is that i DO have great friends in the end. i had to make some cuts, and drop the losers, but the ones i have now are all tight as fuck.
i forget that sometimes...
it's the first of the month, and so begins the dodging of the landlord. or the pawning of my guitar.
finding a job is stressful when you have deadlines like... rent. and hunger.
and i haven't gotten laid in so long i think my dink is gonna fall off.
guhhhh.... life's a bitch sometimes, man...
is this shirt?
or is it even lamer
that i want it??
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