
GPOY
(via projectilevarmint)
Making funny faces in an effort to gear myself up for this jog.
You know all the flyest ladies are on my team
And we know how to make that nice, hot fucking scream
We getting ugly In the club we look a little trashed
But all the ballas in the club know we still got that class
I’m bringing the weirdest crew at the after-party
Just got in the hotel room and this is getting started
Better wake the fuck up cause’ were not here to sleep
Our fleet is hiked up in this bitch and I’m banging this meat
Wi-fi-ing it up at Barnes & Noble while Shankleface scouts for jobs in Nashville. The only available outlet is in the children’s section.
He spent the night with me, and later today we’re going to the zoo. He put together a mixed CD for me and I love it. I am having some positive commitment-related feelings. I am tempted to say that they don’t make any sense, but that would be a lie. He keeps earning favorable marks. I remember things I used to enjoy that I had learned to live without.









