It's finally happened. I've reached my B.S. limit. I can't be bothered anymore. Niggaz who smoke, I'm walking the other fucking way. It's not negotiable anymore. Poor Robert. Everything he does, he has to smoke first. Now, before I even TRY to like a guy, I need to know if he smokes first. TRAGEDY.
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This blog goes all the way back to 2005 and has postings from my old MySpace blog. It covers the majority of my 20s!
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