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  • dearabi

Grounded.

It’s been a little over a week since I’ve been home and in my room for more than a quick change of clothes. In between work, gigs, attempting to get back in shape, birthday parties, and Rideau – my room looks like Hurricane Katrina dun ran through the Crazy Horse dressing room.

It’s a beautiful ass day outside and the roomies are que’n it up in the backyard, but I’m telling myself that I can’t go outside to play until I finish cleaning my room.

See yall next Tuesday 😦




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