so i'm sick..i think. perhaps.. who know.. but i'm not at work..
the last three days have been nice.. spent with the boy of course..wenesday night went out to Gators and did the normal.. drink and stand around and make fun of peope.. highlight of the night.. 'Your so pretty, i've been looking around and your the prettiest here' thursday ran errons, then went out for Gwens b-day went to mangroves then Soho whiskey park.. not my cup of tea.. i'm too lower class for the place. i'd rather hang out in a hole in the wall bar then there every again..Friday: boy yet again, ran errons, then he cooked on the grill.. yadda yadda..
and now i'm here.. bored.. listening to Lucero, about to clean my room, because i had a fit the other night and had nothing to wear, and now my clothes are all over my bed, and shoes all over the floor..
p.s. my crack is forever creeping outta my jeans..and i love it.
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