won't you come on ang go with me
come on over to my place
hahaha. i want to buy suit. but then, i don't want to buy sweat. di ko type eh. hahahaha.
only one person has taken the glorious bait. i don't want any more people to take it. i don't want to reveal any more of my secrets. i've learned that it's too dangerous. (obviously.) hah! no one else has taken the bait! I WIN!
won't you sit yourself down,
and take a seat
tomorrow is monday. yet again. friday is report card distribution. i'm fearing the worst. but then, even if the worst comes, i've made a promise to myself that if i'm grounded, i'll just shrug it off and say "okay. whatever." and then i'll email sir lasap and say that i need to be in the front.
and let me ease your mind girl,
and we gon' do it my way
lasalle has won today's game. which means the intrams is probably going to be moved. i'm really sorry. (i always say sorry as if it will help. so, sorry.) it's all up to the gay in the throne now. at least, if he's rescheduling it so that it would be in the week after, me and leiron can make up for the practices we missed. stupid sore eyes. stupid gastritis. (oh, the gastritis is for leiron. heh.)
best of blue is next saturday.
Sunday, September 19, 2004
is it possible to buy "suit" without buying "sweat"?
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Romeo Moran
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6:39 PM
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