dear panel bitches diary,
following along very closely i have trust issues. twelve divided by three is four, oh but i am paranoid because i keep two locked doors. you may recognize my dear family. welcome to my war room- here plop down. people kill people all the time in exchange for items in my town. like avon and jewels and money and oil. then sometimes the bad people go to jail, usually when someone snitches them out. i don't buy avon, rarely wear jewels (except costume) and money.... i go with money orders. you wont see me fighting in the street over a quart of oil. i'll wake the dead before i scrap over a worldly possession. but when it comes to love- that's a whole other deal- steal my love or fuck with my family and that is some of the real shit you're bound to feel.
following along very closely i have trust issues. twelve divided by three is four, oh but i am paranoid because i keep two locked doors. you may recognize my dear family. welcome to my war room- here plop down. people kill people all the time in exchange for items in my town. like avon and jewels and money and oil. then sometimes the bad people go to jail, usually when someone snitches them out. i don't buy avon, rarely wear jewels (except costume) and money.... i go with money orders. you wont see me fighting in the street over a quart of oil. i'll wake the dead before i scrap over a worldly possession. but when it comes to love- that's a whole other deal- steal my love or fuck with my family and that is some of the real shit you're bound to feel.
