Five-somthing.

[winowhynot]

It is five thirty and i crack a beer and smoke a cigarette. Why? Five-somes are a bit more complicated that first thought. Sorry Sean. Sleeping alone now is emminent. You happy? Love and shit...mostly love...and mostly shit.

Cheers,
Jordan.

Comments

[severedbytruth]

I'm gonna be home in half and hour. You better have not drank all the Mah-Moh-Sah.