Had the Brown and Blue photoshoot this morning. Traffic was a bitch because of a long beach marathon and half, NO, all the streets we needed to go down from our house, were detoured and at the end of every fucking street, you can see healthy bastards jogging with their pork swords slapping to every movement in their loose short shorts and their newbalances and hairy legs.
Mistaking my name for someone else's can really change my mood for hours. I laughed it off. Then I continued to think about it for the rest of the drive home till now. Although that wasn't the first time that's happened. It's happened approximately four times already.
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