Sunshine

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More tan, please

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a for amanda. the playlist keeps changing but i do not. i like what i do whatever i always do. dancing in the rain, sucking it up. gimme the sun now, i'l love you to bits.

Tuesday, December 21, 2004

Aye,...bored at home now. It ain't fun at all; sleeping, playing at home. Tired n' bored.......

Am telling ya tis' ........what 'bout that? Okay. Decided to play my piano and finish with tis' journal here.

I'm gonna black-out in a few moments.