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I came home to the same routine. Wash dishes that I didn’t have. UGH. This is the life of being a 17 year old TEENAGER. I went upstate for the WEDDING. The only thing Good about that, My Bro. JOE came HOME from jail. Been there four years but it seem longer. I love Him. The thing I love about him; he makes up the time he lost. He cooks every dayum night. Baked a cake for his son 7th birthday. That was a long night. We stayed up to four in the morning baking that dayum cake. The first cake he made over flowed in the oven. He was tight. Me and my god brother Clayton felt sorry so we decided to help him. The boys went to sleep at 6 in the morning finishing the cake. I gave up and went to sleep.
Well their go My pink dress… My mother brought it, I owe her 50$. Smfh. I don’t have a picture of my shoes. Show yall later. The wedding was FUNNY, My feet was killing me. SO I took them off when I was standing on stage. A Ghetto move, i KNOW. lmao. My godmother was crying before the wedding started. My hair looks BLAH. I wanted curls. Time just went by fast.
Work is OVER. As you see I didn’t get my box braids. -_- There’s so much drama between Me, Donald and Andrew. Don’t really have much to say on that topic. I have Donald by my side and I am sticking to him, thats ALL.
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