LOSE YOUR SOUL

[jacksontf]

can u cure cancer with that BOMB dick

“ask gracie...”

[jacksontf]

do you do house calls?

“i do... for my loyal clients.”

[jacksontf]

[jacksontf]

iMessage: gracie

gracie: hahaha... love. why would you want to think of that?

gracie: i'm fine.

jackson: it's not that i want to.

jackson: fine? just fine?

[jacksontf]

IMESSAGE ;; jackson

tasia: so i was messing with the ouija board and it spelled out your name

tasia: just wanted to make sure youre alive and not being haunted

jackson: nope... still alive.

[jacksontf]

iMessage: gracie

gracie: i'm not. but what does it matter?

gracie: even if i was a patient, i mean.

gracie: we're just people. what's up?

jackson: i was just thinking about love and getting nostalgic.

jackson: i figured i'd try and talk to someone to get my mind off of things

jackson: how are you feeling?

[jacksontf]

iMessage: gracie

gracie: yes.

gracie: you alright?

jackson: yeah. i'm just thinking.

jackson: i shouldn't be talking to a patient like this...

jackson: but. i guess you aren't my patient anymore.

[jacksontf]

iMessage: RANDOM

jackson: hey.

jackson: are you still awake?

[spillseas]

“i can’t believe the weekend is over already,” he grumbles, damn near about to pout with that whine in his voice. “like i love my job but nothing beats doing jackshit for two days in a row.” 

[jacksontf]

“what do you do, anyway? who doesn’t love a day off? if i could just sit in my underwear, smoke, and watch 90′s cartoons for the day, i’d be golden. i feel you.”