maandag, juli 19
I killed my dinner with karate
I am mostly busy finding a proper room, finding people wanting me as a homie.
It turns out to be harder than I thought. But, it's always shitty fucky.
Meanwhile, I am also trying to get myself on my feet and running; much harder than it sounds like.
Kisses for zhe homeboys
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