The other race of humans they call men might be the death of me. I get so in my feelings that I really black out and can’t filter my actions.
I’m stacking paper on the other hand. I’m starting to get the hang of this whole working thing. For two times in a row I got my draw right. How ever I am tired of peopling asking me to swipe them in for free. Like are you serious. Wait till the end of the semester when your swipes are gone.
I’m getting a little antsy though, like I’m tired of asking people for rides. I know it has to be annoying. But first my mom says I have to raise the money for the parking pass. Wow…. Right like there is always something going on with Trina. One day though well be together forever.
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