Today, i just woke up and realized i have the motherfucking stomache bug; I’ve been up since 7am and I can’t stop throwing up. I can’t even get through typing this post, without vomiting. Gross I know. I’m almost positive that I caught it from Tommy. I’m gonna fucking kill him. I’m supposed to be shooting a commercial tomorrow. And with the way things are looking so far, i doubt that’s happening. I have never felt this miserable in my whole fucking life. Oh, but here’s the best fucking part, this stomache bug thing, yeah it last for like 5 days. So, i’m pretty sure I’m going to be spending most of my time on this… and the toilet.
Hey, the love of two A desire, is whats for you is it real? A lullaby? Face to face, with an unamed mouth Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! hey! Heyyyy! Feel the spirit form, in his eyes was loving for And his lion’s were raging high, hunts himself & fears his ripe Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Heyyyyyyyyyyy.
SO, one night when i came home late during summer. i was trashed and tired as shit, so i just put on a t-shirt and went to sleep in the spare room, because i was not climbing up the stairs. apparently my mom was sleeping there too, and i woke her up when i went to lay down..
Mom:”Tiff are you wearing underwear?” -“nope” Mom”“WHAT? Tiffany, are you?” -“i said no ..” Mom:”your not? Tiff are you? get up.” -“yes. im wearing them go to bed”