5 years?
Well....
Assuming my grades stay the same, I wouldn't make it into college, so i'd be working at a fast food restaurant, and then after I blow all my money on drugs because i'm uneducated and don't know any better, i'll end up living in a cardboard box with a man named Cindy who talks to his hand. You had to ask.
-Mary
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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