I just chatted with a really hot chick, Mackinsee, was her name.
She gets off at 6p.m.
And I gave her my address.
She will show up sometime in the future.
She also smokes the green.
Awesome sauce.
The weather today is gorgeous.
Nice and cool, with a touch of Autumn.
All the birds are still trying to fly north.
Side note, I am now able to control my mood.
It is the best feeling in the world.
Random occurrences are kind and gentle,
As long as it is with the right woman,
Full of spunk and tenacity she is,
I am going to make her mine.
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