Thursday 4 June 2009

i remember i was just like you, smokin blunts with my crew.

last exams of the weeek;
its been a nice day,
a hell of a week.

just smoking every dayy, had some sick times with the bois
d
itched cressie and ginges bullshit finally.

andy, stanghellini, all more chilled
.
been listening to some old skool hip hop.
its fresh air, the flow, what theyre rapping about its chilled out.



went out for a min agoo;
to see grace grace grace
rejected,
she got a lift up then went back home again.
made me a little mehh.

says shell see me tommoro
so im hopefull
cant get my hopes up to much,
karma will fuck me. i do love her. gah.

peace maaan.



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