i can't stop with this song. i can't stop. what is wrong with me? get me to DA CLUB AlREADY.
this week i been rollin around manhattaaaaan in my dad's suv (baller!!) blasting this song and trying not to commit suicide trying to look for parking in the east village during street cleaning. TWIST: THERE IS NO PARKING IN THE EAST VILLAGE DURING STREET CLEANING.
PS tomorrow morning i fly to portland to start this summer adventure called "what is this 'new york' you speak of? i know not of this."
so until august...stay tuned for the usual whitelightningatude, just on west coast time!
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