Run On...

One month bitches. who's gonna do the worst(est)? We'll find out soon enough. i can't fucking wait! how does this sound: i calculate who won/lost but i don't tell anyone. we go out, agree on a restaurant, have dinner. when the bills come, i pull out the envelopes to see who foots the bills. it'll be like another awards ceremony. good, no? fucking brilliant!

and since Ruby's crying, shout out to you. even though you're probably going to sell out - but prove me wrong Rubes. Prove. Me. Wrong!