Don't like the bed? You might have said something earlier, bitch, like, I dunno... when you fucking checked in?
And... a special, warm thanks to the fucking cocksucking tweaker who ripped the pool light out of its hole. Now I can't swim tomorrow, you bitch, which isn't -that- big of a deal, but still. Ugh.
Haven't done my homework yet, and I really miss my man.
That is all for today. And I might post the ending to Reasons tonight, when I'm finished with a certain relaxation ritual. So far though, shitty day.
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