"it's not easy" she would say, rubbing her fingers into the ashtray..
so i'm in nyc right now.
wicked sweet fucking apartment.
someone come here with me sometime. my dad said he'd lend it to me and someone..
anyway.
so i was in a car for like four hours right?
and i was thinking about the past three days.
and just stupid little details.
and i was like 'i can't think of anyone else who'd sing along to fucking funkytown with me.'
yea, this is pretty fucking sweet.
i've been on SOMETHING for three consecutive days now.
some kind of substance..
and now i'm here, and i won't even be able to smoke a fucking butt.
this was supposed to be some sweet entry, but i either forgot what i was gonna say, or i can't say it in here.
oh well.
sometime maybe.
"sorry if i got some of my drip on you" HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!