Slept not 30 minutes last night. Slept on the plane. But the angst and energy of the drama prior to departure was too much for words. It was a flashback to 1992. Me and my girl was at a club. This boy hollered. I rolled. She got mad and started blowing up the phone...what evs....the simple shit bitches do over dick. My word. And then just play themselves to where the nigga is like..."damn, drunk women". Whoever wants to hear that? So embarrassing. And it didn't stop nuthin no way...so....
and now i'm dying to go to sleep in this FRESH ASS hotel...which I will send photos of tomorrow.
The dancers are on restriction. 1 bad apple can spoil the bunch as they say. So they can't go....Cinderellas.
um...i'm bored. nothing else.
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