Don’t stop believin’

I love this song (and video). It reminds me of two things: Donna Jensen in Silver Springs, Nevada and the time I got fucked inside a FedEx van just outside my friend’s former house in London back in the dark ages.

Anthony Joseph Fletcher if you are reading this, I have two words: MARIANNE. PIGEON.

SEND ME SMS MESSAGES MOTHER FUCKERS! IT’S 6:38AM… I WANT TO WAKE UP WITH LOTS OF MESSAGES ON MY PHONE. I KNOW I DON’T REPLY TO ALL OF THEM BUT I READ ALL OF YOUR MESSAGES AND THEY ALL MAKE ME SMILE.

+63.915.785.1492.

(except the ones from idiots who ask if I’m Bryanboy or not and people who ask me if they can be my
"friend")

I’ll update properly when I get up. I’m knackered!

Baboosh_3

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