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Sometimes, my favorite part of being a Writer is when I hear other ones sweep by. This is what I've been stuck on recently: Yah yah bitch, back up off me You don't know me, I'm too clean, I'm too holy, bitch I'm godly I only go for real niggas who don't brag 'bout what they bought me Cause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commas If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me Don't be blowin' up my phone and don't be...

on the table. about-ness.

Namaste blog tribe You know, I remember starting this page with a broken heart and lack of a prayer on getting to New York City. Then I got here in a volcanic blast of emotion and life adjustment after spending ten years in another country. THEN I lost my job, I guess that was the official point of: alright, no more tears over exes... no more taking for granted how hard I work... onto the next one. Here's the next one: two prospects. Not just...

preliminary writer. i see you april.

Namaste blog tribe It's been just around three months since I've been outside of New York City - nearly five months since my wonderful Writer job took a dive and sent me all sorts of places from a farm upstate to the woods of north-west Connecticut. And it's all about to change... My tenants depart on April 1st... I'M MOVING HOME! HELL'S KITCHEN HERE I COME!! Oh, and also, I LANDED A SUPER SEXY WRITER JOB THAT WILL SUSTAIN ME IN MIDTOWN ONCE...

Matalan
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