For realz.

[mrsp]

My back is better. My tooth is still retarded. I'm still not smoking. Even after a somewhat stressful day.

My bird is screaming.

Burnouts and meatheads are still not fucking cool.

I kicked the shit outta myself at the gym.

I want a fucking cigarette.

My boy is probably taken.

I have to attend the work holiday party. The invitation says plus one. What the fuck.

I'm going to cut throats.

But before that i'm going to dance and sing in my shower at the top of my lungs.

Bitches.