i used to be a hardcor procrastinator. after putting shit off caused me enough grief i eventually changed. now i always have big organized lists everywhere with reminders to do stuff
damn...
i think i fell for a customer...
spent all weekend over at his crib in queens.
and i can't wait to see him again... shit
yea. hes got money but hes a very interesting person who makes me feel good about myself.
my problem is that i can't tell real people from playas. i cant tell if hes just a smooth-talking playa... why can't guys just be straight up anymore?
i dunno. i guess i'll have to give it a shot in case he is for real about me, huh? and you can all just call me stupid if he turns out to be one of 'em playas.
k. its labor day. hope there are a lot of horny ass men at work tonight. coz i still dont have enough money for tuition thats due tomorrow...