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My roommate is listening to some hip-hoppy gospel praise shit and I want to start spitting. Sometimes I sing along to freak her out because it's so atypical of me to know this kind of "music". What's my secret? The lyrics are so fucking predictable I can sing along with virtually no problem. It's a little game of mine. What rhymes with "he saved this soul of mine"? "My heart is gonna shine", of course. Brilliant.
Grr, I'm impossibly busy. I hate the end of the school year because I have less time than ever to spend with David, and it's the most important time for us to see each other seeing as how he's going home for the summer. I will miss him ever so much seeing as how I'm completely dependent on him and all. Thank goodness I'm a PAPER-WRITING MACHINE, else the consistency and frequency of my neediness would be severely compromised.
I have no money but there's still $50 of merchandise in my Old Navy online shopping cart. Mmm, online clearances! I probably won't buy this stuff but it's reassuring to know that with a few clicks of a mouse I could have new clothes awaiting me when I come home.
By the way, I'm coming home on the 16th so all of y'all should hang out with me. It will be fun. We can drink coffee and/or smoke, reminisce, and per usual, I will blind you with my scathing wit.
I've nothing interesting to say, so I will leave you with this:
"Sorry I look like I have a skin disease. I still love you. Um, Happy Mother's Day".
Grr, I'm impossibly busy. I hate the end of the school year because I have less time than ever to spend with David, and it's the most important time for us to see each other seeing as how he's going home for the summer. I will miss him ever so much seeing as how I'm completely dependent on him and all. Thank goodness I'm a PAPER-WRITING MACHINE, else the consistency and frequency of my neediness would be severely compromised.
I have no money but there's still $50 of merchandise in my Old Navy online shopping cart. Mmm, online clearances! I probably won't buy this stuff but it's reassuring to know that with a few clicks of a mouse I could have new clothes awaiting me when I come home.
By the way, I'm coming home on the 16th so all of y'all should hang out with me. It will be fun. We can drink coffee and/or smoke, reminisce, and per usual, I will blind you with my scathing wit.
I've nothing interesting to say, so I will leave you with this:
"Sorry I look like I have a skin disease. I still love you. Um, Happy Mother's Day".