Still jammin' MIA's Paper Planes.
Got the kid, in a bad mood, mother managed to do that. I need more cigarettes. I need some type of mental containment for my thoughts.
Apparently people can only have seven thoughts going on, and if they are distracted and another thought is brought up, one of the seven is replaced by this thought. I hate having my mind. Oi that's a weird thing to say.
love
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