When Do You know when you have to stop living up there and living down here?!
Tonight, she was drunk once more. And me and Jada had to take care of her. The last time she was drunk i was the only one who had to take care of her, and that last time was a bit steady. Tonight was bit more depressing.. More intense and more vocal. It's cool, it's cool.. though.. one mre and i'm out.. wasted, blog later..
Sunday, August 22, 2004
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That Nigga Named M.O.N.
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22.8.04
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