they are in a war. it will last all their lives.

ever since the olden times sheldon has taken a very personal interest in my travels. he thought it was *absurd* that i claimed to live off a train that plainly did not exist, and my habit of avoiding union square he equally disdains.

NB: for anyone who does *not* know this man, the accent i'm tryin a shittily transcribe here is jamaican.

it is litrilly unthinkable that a better business plan could exist.

mm i am *fairly* certain you do not know about this blog but if you *do*...um this is about someone *else*.

this is it this is the big one.

mander you try this one too. startinnnng . . . tomorrow!

mami!

pretty horrible. pretty pretty pretty horrible.

raise yr hand if you still think you are immortal even though you are totally in yr thirties now. le sigh.

little tiny fox dogs.

prease pass the milk prease.

a shark *will* eat my vagina. and like i would trust this guy's science anyway.

well *i* don't, *i* want to die old and bazonkers happy, but that's not what the quote is so whatevr.

briefly. then he toddled off down the road which is about regular for boys i try to charm.

madam. gentry & i witnessed yr stage four wetspot. and mark me, we were horrified, verily.

which is totally fine but then the way to put the ass in classy is to feel that this is also a regular outfit for the grocery or the restaurant.

or maybe my ticket? i don't remember what she wanted to see. anyway WHATEVR MIAMI.