You're not allowed to show up at this time, AND I was expecting you to knock on the front door, MAYBE the back door.....and then your mother effin ass comes down through the ceiling like you're Spiderwoman or some shit? Awwww, hell nah.
That shit started out mad awkward, maybe on my part. Then the conversation kept on and on, without being fake, forced or anything like that. I'm buggin' right now in my head, I don't really believe that what just really happened was real.
I'm tired. -_-
*Readers, I'm sorry. I want to put it all out there, either for you to read now or just for me to read in the future, but I can't do that to other people's business, even if it's mine too.
1/25/09
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