Diet and rage

The word slipped out of my mouth, cute, man this girl is beautiful an angel, she’s eating and his so relaxed in front of me like she could care less, about what I think. I know she is down to come to my bed, and I’m pulling a project the small halo on her will begin to glow brighter.

Writing eases the rage and makes it easy to enter into a conversation with the girl across the room. The tall dude is cool with night time fever, and we’re cooking up a storm, getting along is important, for us to know the correct way of going through the center of points in this race.

now it’s on honey and it’s up to G to make the move.