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Sunday, March 16, 2008

It's me bitches.
Friday,
You practically can survive without a cellphone, but it takes effort and preparation. Waited eons for kalai to make her way to town. In the meantime, got a diesel perfume, some guy passed it to me on the streets. Retail therapy, that's all.
Hitched a ride back from her boyfriend, with blue neon lights and tamil songs.

Saturday,
To atone for making me frown, try to tickle me virtually, and doing bum exercises. It is said, jealousy makes me look sexy. Oh really, i mean that's true, woman looks so adorable when they get all sour and vinegar. I'm not supposed to laugh or smile, but it's so obvious over the lens while i try to deny. My sweetest drug hasn't been good, naughty and deserves spanking. But nevertheless, it's still my sweetest drug.

Sunday,
You'll get your retribution, for flying airplanes. Classifieds, to keep me busy.
Curbing the extravagant spendings. I'm missing marinated wings, no i shouldn't be thinking about it.
Tu me manques mon homme.