moving is hard. its not even done. i feel like a prisoner. i cant even make loud noises. we talk until we are like blue and falling asleep, me and the blond girl. we call her ice cold pussy. we think we were drugged, again. well i was at least. that or i am extremely allergic to alcohol, but once n awhile. it was fucked. we are trash and we love it. we pick fights with fat old men and then wonder why all the men are irritated by us.
nothing we do is stupid.
