if you see them haters givin me mugs ladies givin me hugs know it ain't rocket science it's because,
i'm a player. i feel like the foes are buzzarding above my body waiting for me to fuck up my life so they can clean my bones after i die. feed off my fuck-ups. so here you go. live journal. fuck friends only. fuck non anon posting. slap me in the face. if you don't smack me hard enough i won't fucking enjoy your power-trip. i'm going to start documenting my life when i go back home. the past fortnight has been nothing but snob water, risk (the board game, bitches), a hip hop binge larger than my drinking binge, self-induced insomnia, fucking up my guts, and well, fucking in positions that your prudence can't handle, but no vomiting. i'm a champ like that. my trash can tell you stories. you wanna come over and dump and it? imported water bottles. condoms. cigarette packs. grey goose and absolut. condoms. pot ash. brighter day take out. more condoms. this is my wild side version savannah. i'll chill once i hit hoosierville. seriously. i'm a player. i'm a player. i'm a player. i'm a player. i'm a player. i'm a player. i'm a player. i'm a player. oh, oh, oh, i'm a player. tech n9ne!