On the 29th December 1990, my best friend wailed. So this year, she wouldn't fail buying her favourite viceroy menthol lights. What am I thinking, sorry nat, hangover from last night. You know I love you! Happy Birthday!
I met a stranger. Strangers are suppose to be intriguing. Indeed, he is. He taught me something rare, to write for the paper basket. I guess this is it, entries of paper basket. Raw feelings.
1 comment:
hahaha damn right i bought my sex in sticks the morning of my birthday! hahaha thanks babe, love you loads too :)
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