cain

After reading for four hours straight, I think I deserve a break. I think I deserve a lot of things, actually. I move tomorrow!

So I hit a bitch's car and she's trying to milk me for $300. My ass. I barely tapped it. I don't have her phone number to tell her to send me an estimate though, and since I'm moving, the bitch will just have to do without it. Unless of course, she comes through on the email which isn't looking too promising.

I don't care. Choke a bitch. I'm Hollywood tonight. Soo popular! I'm just irresistible I guess.

I will eat steak tomorrow. Don't try and tell me any different.