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Spoilt brat
Saturday, August 1, 2009

With shorts and slippers, and ciggies between our fine fingers, 3 bottles and we're well on our way. We are horrible people. But trust me, life aint any better.

A candy won't last me any longer once I'm done sucking it up baby. It really wont. Lets work on something else. Prolly get married and have a thousand babies daisies. Would that be binding enough?

The aftermath of too much maths and too much law on a bright Saturday. And the fucked up boss who won't leave me alone. Its a fucking Saturday Bitch. A fucking SATURDAY.

So close yet so far. Till when, babe?