I slept in Frank's bed again, because I'm a lazy bastard... Then I woke up, did the clothes shift, and dived in my bed, with the blankie n stuff... I cried a dream of a thousand tears... Ferreal. Something about picking Tita Emily and Tita Marit up, and then a mention of Tita Jean. I couldn't handle it. I can't really handle a lot of things... But tomorrow's going to be a good fuckin' day. If not... Well, I'll make it a good day, and I'll rock the mic like none other, because I'm the only One. True. PS - Should have slept secret agent style... Why? Because... Go shorty, it's ya burfday... Imagine that. Click. Hey, it's your birthday. Snuggle. What? So I like to do it. Who doesn't.
Posted by Mark Canlas at April 29, 2003 09:22 AM