I have to be in bed by eleven, cause I have to work tomorrow. It's hot, I'm sweaty, and I don't feel like taking a shower cause I don't want to get my hair wet. I feel like I could actually write something, but in about five minutes Dad's going to be yelling at me to get off the computer, so there's no point. I am WAY BEHIND in all of my correspondence- Have to email James, call Lisa, call Alta (!!!!!!!) and Maurice, call Aunt Sean, call Tamara... the list just ain't gonna stop.
WHERE THE FUCK DO ALL THE HOURS IN THE DAY GO???????????
And S.W.A.T. comes out on Friday.
I can't wait!!!!!
You know, I used to hate this song, but now I really like it. Funny how stuff like that kind of clicks after a while.
WHERE THE FUCK DO ALL THE HOURS IN THE DAY GO???????????
And S.W.A.T. comes out on Friday.
I can't wait!!!!!
You know, I used to hate this song, but now I really like it. Funny how stuff like that kind of clicks after a while.