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Aug 19, 2004 21:09

ok, so i've known ol' boy since 4rth grade, u can call us friends if u feel the need. everytime i turn around, go to my locker, whatever...he's there. obsess much?
"ay shawty...i'm comin to your house tonight. what's your phone #? for real tho, what is it? why u playin man? i'm comin to your house for real, we gon have sex...what movies do u like? man u gangsta! ay when u gon let me call u man?"
i'm just standing there thinking if he's serious. he bout to be 18 in the 10th grade, is he serious? he just look like he'd put a Neon with 65 air on Kmart spinners.

65 air: when u gotta ride 65mph just to feel that hot breeze outside your window, baby, cuz u ain't even got no ac in the car

If u ask me for my # and i say never that should be a given. i attract enough crazy/ig'nant/dumb muhfuckaz to start a football team. the nxt time one of these lil 13 yr old boys lay a hand on me, i'mma rub his temple up against the fence outside & hit this one more time.
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