today, there was a forty-five year old white man. he was wearing tight black jeans, a tight black tee-shirt, and white high-top sneakers. he had gold chains out to china. he was so pimping, it hurt.
and on another note, my pants are too small. but i'll wear them anyway, thanks. owww.
i have three choices: 1. try to learn Someone to Watch Over Me and get frustrated over and over 'cause I don't know how it's supposed to sound. 2. sit around on the computer and be hella bored. 3. write the rough draft that's due tomorrow for the academy.