

Manic MondaysWake up. Jimmy's still sleeping like a baby. Kiss his forhead. Get out of bed. Shower, clothes, makeup, hair. Wake Jimmy up. This is always a HUGE struggle. I hate getting up, but Jimmy's even worse. I usually have to jump on top of him and bite the bridge of his nose until he finally gets up, takes HIS shower and gets dressed. We sit in the living room and make fun of the crappy videos on vH1 while I spike his hair. Breakfast? Not at the house, we usually hit the McDonald's drive thru. I drive, Jimmy plays with the radio. Eat greasy hashbrowns in the parking lot, then, more driving to get the week's schedule from the ACTUAL MSI manager. JimmManic Mondays


Save The PeopleI have a dream.Save The People
In this dream, there is no race, gender, sexuality, nationality, or classes. In this dream, there are no cliques, racism, homophobia, discrimination, hatred, or inequality. There is love, peace, hope, and belief in one world, one people.
There is love for every human being we ever meet, no matter where they have been or where they are going, no matter what they have done or what they will do, no matter whether they are our dearest and oldest friends or the harried woman in front of us at the check stand. There is peace among all the cultures, because one human is just as important and deserving as the
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Married to a tall skinny dude with a big nose and bad teeth and spikey hair. Can you guess who?
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today, i will paint.
~GeneralPhotographer *VintageRepublik ~street-photographers *ChildPhotography *UrbanShots
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