So I've reached finals time and I'm fucking around on the internet while I should be writing a term paper for an art history class...yeah that sound about right.
Well then, after my head asplodes from all these goddamn artsy assignments I'll be able to go right to Prom and reconstruct it with lots of cocai...I mean alcohol...forgot I don't live in Mexico...wait that law didn't pass.
Aaaaany way, back to typie stuff and maybe I'll see you at Prom (who the hell on my friendly list is going to that shindig anywho? Lemme know so I can say hola.)
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Well then, after my head asplodes from all these goddamn artsy assignments I'll be able to go right to Prom and reconstruct it with lots of cocai...I mean alcohol...forgot I don't live in Mexico...wait that law didn't pass.
Aaaaany way, back to typie stuff and maybe I'll see you at Prom (who the hell on my friendly list is going to that shindig anywho? Lemme know so I can say hola.)
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ridley:
You left everything here today. Sunglasses, iPod, gloves, chaos on my floor, keys. You were out of your mind!
q:
oh shit!!! what's the name, i am braindead