ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.

so i had lots to report, right?

but man
i got this michael jackson 'number ones' album playin & i caint think straight nor sit long enuff to have the remote semblance of an attn span. i shld completely be asleep. it's after 1. but im waitin on my baby to call--that's how i rationalize bein up & rockin out to mj.

i mean i was gon talk about mlk & riots at home & feminism & bi-polarism & love & all that goodness. but i cain't focus. wait, ill turn the mroosic down-

kay.

...nah, it didn't work.

it's finna be michael jackson all day evryday tomorrow.

DIRTY DI-AN-NAAAA
AAAAWWW

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