Reporting from one class; is not an easy job. To have that many chicken fingers is a luxury. I've had five cups of coffee, two from the house and three from "Skillet N' Dinner". Although, I am cute and I didn't need that expensive contact lens box to get stolen. My Father; said they we're eight hundred dollars, he brought them to the Presbyterian Night Shelter. Along with my Hot Pink Doc Martins. As the guy who picked me up at Spring Wood; tried to get engaged to me, and his spirit is mean. In fact; a lot of the spiritual battles come from what course to course track record I had since I was 14.
My Father; bought me three packs of cigarettes and my primary house care giver did tell me not to share. Waking up; to fashion modeling isn't as much fun as it was when I was 15. The club flyers still remain although they don't last like everlasting go stoppers. Going to college; from McNeese to UTA, with stepping stops from all compasses four steps of Myan's side part of our house.
When I grew up; I was very close to My Family! Though; time will tell, is no way to leave me in the middle of my book. Which on the back says ATSD; though where do we get our mulla?