then my boss told me if he finds another one of my cigerette butts on or around or even NEAR his property... he's gonna spit in my face.
ever feel so small you have to look up to see a rug? that's how it felt.
nice day to
at least billy idol knows wassap. sweat motherfuckers.
the thing that keeps me from running though... is the undying false hope i have that everything works out in the end. i don't know if that makes sense to anyone but me... but. fuck it.
oh and hey true, can you tell sterling to take that restricted number bullshit off her phone.... i don't answer "those" kinda calls, nahmean?
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