Shama comes to town on Sunday. She's here for a week, and has already drunkenly told me, "You're ditching Jason and staying with me one night."
Fuck. I don't think I have it in me to keep up with Shama anymore. But I'll get out my most titty-licious top and paint Weho red all night long with her. Thank God for sick days...
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