i am about to have my favorite conversation. the best one i will have ever had. i can feel it. i will pick up the phone... and life will spin like shitty idiots on a playground-wheel. i get so fucking excited when i think about this conversation that my arms move wildly.... i am not thinking... i am just reacting and jutting-out with limbs. i am so happy with this. i am going to smack a bitch.
i have a story to tell before the conversation. i will get it out in time.
yeah yeah; what the fuck?
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