"James where are you?"

My mom texts me from her cellular device.

"I bzzzz in the trap bee beeeeez in the trap"

"I'm serious, where are you right now?"

"I'm ridin round wit that nina.. Ridin with a hoe named Kesha smokin on Keisha"

"James."

"Mom I love you so much"

"Get home right now."

Well. I wish I had my iPhone right now or else I would've screen shot that shit, but.
She was mad when I finally got home. :)

I don't remember what I did last night. I don't drink so I know I didn't black out or anything, but it's a little.. what's a good word... UNNERVING. And my fingers.. I'm not gonna get into details about what was wrong with them, but just know something was.

SO THIS IS WHAT SUMMER'S ABOUT. Finally.

Well. Basically, I wanted to say that I'm still alive, and if we were talking then hi. I don't have time to answer back right now - well I do, but I'm too lazy. And tired. I'm really fucking tired - so the next time I get on, I will. When that will be, I don't know.

lana del rey has DSL's xx