mann i was sweating doing the tapping. i worry tearing the thread off on that so delicate material. another dirty shirt day. on the brighter side we did less machining.

i kept contemplating every night of whom hearts i got them distrubed, irritated. and i feel bad everytime i think of it. to whom it may concern, my apologies for spitting, dissing and sheit stuffs that you cant get over with me. slap me in the face.

"take everyday like it was your last/and work towards your dreams before you pass/and have a blast while you're at it/because we don't know when we're gon go/so make the best of it/just keep it real to yourself."

ok morning smart mamat for the open house. haha. nahh.

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