Daniel is sleeping and as a result of finding out that The Postal Service is dropping new music and after drinking one beer and being tipsier than I’ve been in probably a year I am now Spotifying every band I listened to in high school and am currently and obnoxiously singing along to the Rocket Summer and I feel bad so maybe I should keep reading my book while listening to Frasier in the background like I usually do sorry Daniel.
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It happened.
Katie and I drove to the Hilton in Miami…got the room number..knocked…and Curren$y answered the door. He asked if we were cops- then opened the door. We walked in and it was JUST HIM. Later, another dude showed up. We chilled for a couple hours..smoked a couple j’s..laughed about stupid shit…
Honestly nothing could have been better.
At the end of the night he straight hit on me dirty style. Smacking my ass in the hallway on the way out, kissing me and tempting me to stay but I couldn’t..i don’t know why. Something told me to not be a total whore so I wasn’t. BUT DAMN. I COULD HAVE.
That’s all I need.
