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[Nov. 21st, 2009|04:27 pm] |
Dear World, I don't think we'll ever make it.
Fuck.
Love, me. |
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[Nov. 21st, 2009|06:15 am] |
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It's 6:08 in the morning and I'm waiting for the water to heat up. My head hurts and I'm glad I don't remember my dreams. If I did, I'd question how sane I was cause dude, I dream of really messed up stuff. I need to be in Tanjong Pagar by 7:30. From then on it's setting up and doing whatever else the big man says till 3:30 and it's an easy 70 bucks. Ka-ching bitchez.
The house is so quiet and Hilary Yeo is retarded. I quote:
"yo. I like to message people when they are asleep cuz I like the fact when they wake up and look at their phone, they'll think of me."
Anyway, I am off to work.
I love Jesus. |
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|01:01 am] |
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I need to go out for a smoke and a chat. I need people to join me. |
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