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O HAI

OH MY GODDDDDDD

ITS SNOWING PROPERLY HARD A TO GOD AND I SWEAR I WOULD HAPPILY SELL MY LEGS SO IT COULD ALWAYS SNOW. I AM GOING TO PLAY IN IT NOW YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

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I don'tlike it when people say they'll do things but then they don't. Not really through being flakey and forgetting stuff, but just through not really caring as much about it as the other. Generally when there's a shift, changing the equality there originally was it turns bad. I don't like bad things. I like not thinking too much about things as it's usually just paranoia/being silly as apposed to an ACTUAL PROBLEM. But when you actually stop thinking for a minute/let your guard down about certain sictuation or things it'll be just our luck that something goes wrong. Then the worst thing is that when it has, you wish endlessly that you could go back to imagining about issues that didn't even exsist. Fear is what drives people to try harder but on the other hand it ends up making stuff worse. INSECURE BITCH. Random thoughts have made me realise why I think and act the way I do.


Hiccups finally went, but now I can't sleep as its only 9.30, about 120 minutes then.

o no

I have hiccups about 5 times today. PLEASE STOP I WANT TO SLEEP.

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Lil Wayne’s upscale Miami apartment is proving a difficult sell due to the superstar emcee’s predilection for marijuana.
The marijuana issue became public knowledge after several prospective buyers were taken aback by the signature aroma when visiting the home.

"My fiancée and I called to make an appointment to see it, and the broker, deadpan, goes, 'I have two questions: Are you offended by the smell of marijuana?” an unidentified couple told the NY Post. “And do you mind coming late in the afternoon? It's currently rented by Lil Wayne, and these are not morning people."

Although the couple was initially taken aback by the apartment’s abundance of scantily-clad women, they praised the Grammy-winning rapper for his neatness.

"Once we got there, a member of Wayne's posse opened the door to the overwhelming smell of marijuana. Two hot, rap-video-looking girls were walking around in nothing but a bra and underwear, blasting hip-hop. We just went in and looked around and tried not to stare,” they revealed. "He had a perfectly organized closet of crisp T-shirts on hangers, neatly stacked piles of XXL magazine, and a fully stocked bar featuring multiple bottles of Hennessy Black."

SURREAL. I want naked ladies walking round my house.

In SUCH bad mood today. I'm never really angry but today I just keep snapping at everything/everyone. Probably something to do with the sudden influx of work, which I have to combine with the construction of a portfolio.

ooo yes

Gossip girl, ice cream and a comfy bed.
I WANT NOTHING MORE IN LIFE. Pure happiness.

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