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Can't Tell Me Nothin
7.20.2004

man i'm glad i dont smoke. these niggas was wilin earlier. one nigga named Viktor was trippin talkin bout " yall think i'm lame dont you......just tell me...matter fact just kill me, i know you want too" :))

other nigga hit the blunt an was like " man...not to be gay or anything...but this nigga at football practice got a booty like a girl" :-\

weed is not good for you. End Rant.

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the sudden craze for sneakers at 11:50 PM

7.14.2004

new lovelies


anyways new shit to tell: been in NC for 2 weeks, hot as hell but fun. i come back here and i see all the bitter unhappy bastids, smile mufucka it won't kill you. man i wanna go back. saw hella toads and i chased this tree frog off my aunt's neighbor's porch cuz she's scared of amphibians and it peed on me. i dunno if the pee got in my system or what but i got sick the next day, some stomach virus. got my nails done and can't do a got damn thing, only got em done so i can stop biting my nails. we went to a Durham Bulls baseball game last tuesday, thought it was gonna corny but it was fun. lil niggas were watchin my uptowns gleamin in the light i miss bojangles
hmmm what else.... i'm goin to camp on monday. that will be interesting, to say the least LOL. my favorites aint gonna be there tho

the sudden craze for sneakers at 8:47 PM

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