Tonight I am at my sisters apartment. Candace and Chase are desperately searching for a Blockbuster dvd called Doomsday. Doooooomsday. Chase said that not being able to find the dvd really chapped his ass. Hahaha. He said it twice. Lambo told me that he watched the dvd and then hid it under the bed. Then he smoked a cigarette.
"Maybe it's in all this fucking mail you threw down here! My autotrader!"
I am being so loud. And HILARIOUS. We leave for Charleston tomorrow. I am in a creative mood. I want to read some poetry and make something. Make you happy. Make some pancakes. Make a new Metro PCS cell phone.
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