Painting part two.
Tired as fuck once again... but I certainly asserted my fucking dominance in that sport. I'm a fucking boss.
I've found that painting a house in 113 degree weather is quite possibly the only thing that keeps my mind off everything.
At home, I cut the shit out of my middle finger thanks to thinking about a boy who does not think about me. He has the loveliest smile though...
I'm an idiot.
Is that 100 words?
I doubt it.
I'm tired. I want to sleep. SO I end this here.
Tired as fuck once again... but I certainly asserted my fucking dominance in that sport. I'm a fucking boss.
I've found that painting a house in 113 degree weather is quite possibly the only thing that keeps my mind off everything.
At home, I cut the shit out of my middle finger thanks to thinking about a boy who does not think about me. He has the loveliest smile though...
I'm an idiot.
Is that 100 words?
I doubt it.
I'm tired. I want to sleep. SO I end this here.
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