Paper.. Something that I don't have, and something that I need to work on. My fuckin prophyte, LBs, and a K (or Pinky for some of yall non-southerners) are chillin in my room.. And I have 5 pages to write by Monday at 4:45pm. I opted out of going out and being in this Wiz Khalifa video shoot at tha club so I could work on a paper. Yet, I'm sitting here with no pages read and no pages written. What the fuck? I hate school.
-Fresh
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