I'm getting all ready for Wu Tang tomorrow. My neighbors definitely think I'm that creepy single girl with lots of animals who talks to herself and the animals. Sometimes I sing Glen Hansard ballads as loud as I can and right now I'm stomping around rapping. How can you not stomp when The What comes on? Shimmy Shimmy Ya? Break Ups to Make Ups (I know that's Meth, but still)? Gravel Pit?
Tigers eye, bitches. I'm going to freak out tomorrow.
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