Starvation for an obsession..
Nope.. Starving myself is not a new obsession, but I’m starving for the same old thing.. Yup.. SNEAKERs…
Lunch boxes at work is my only meal at work..
My source of nutritions..
Reflection of an Ipod on another..
She is sexily slim and kinky.. She knows a thousand songs (4GB).. She can be soft to your ears when she’s “jacked” by a white guy from her neighborhood (iPod stocked earphone).. Yet she can be wild when she’s “docked” to a big ass amplifier of her kind (iPod amplifiers) Too bad she don’t do videos.. Her manager, iTunes didn’t allow her to do so..
He is a big ass nigga.. Like every other rapper, he has his own recording studio in his basement recording up to 7,600 singles (30GB).. He has lotsa hookups.. He can get good photographs from a professional (download photos directly from a camera/card reader) and he’s got hookups from Hollywood. He would screen his movies in the Hollywood’s box office (to the TV with an AV cable).. He’s got an expensive crib and ride (docking station and FM transmitter).. His manager is iTunes..
when i see the pic of your lunch, i dunno whether to laugh or to cry because of pity…
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HAHAHAHA.
=p
Mean-ee.. It’s like you see a beggar in the street, and u laugh at him because he’s eating bread.. *sobs*