4:54
In My Computer Room.
Thinkin' Bout All Of It.
Might Ask Willace.
He Prolly Knows.
Today was uneventful.
And by event, I mean anything. And by UN I mean nada. Zilch. Zero.
My day consisted of existing.
And writing notes to A.M. in my journal.
Dear A.M.
Do you think Chantates has a big cock?
LEMME KNOW
PS The foreign girl across from you smells like kentucky fried hygiene.
Because who doesn't enjoy insulting smells?
Odour de la excitement!!!
I'm going to venture off to a land I like to call samich.
It's crusty.
And tastes like smiles.
...at the special olympics, thank you ya'll i'm here all week...
(god I need to have sex)