Brittney and I stayed up last night in the wee hours of the morning, laughing at this:
And watching someone mangle the English language without mercy. Today she attempted to cook, and it was edible. But considering the ingredients, I dare say it wasn't her fault. LBP is the only game we will play, and I think I've finally hit some decisions on what I want to do in life after a talk in a pool with water below zero.
Even in light of recent events, I feel better I think. Realizations bomb the city of my heart, but I'm glad I placed food in the bunker beforehand.
Forgive my scattered thoughts. Lack of sleep lets even the most unrelated things hilarious.
[D.I.C.K I know you acting gay and shit.]
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First, everything will be okay. You have me silly. :P
Even though the pool was freezing, it was still fun.
Fuck bitches, get money.
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