once upon a time, there was a clinique. clinique vignt-troi, as it was known. and in that clinique were two ladies who let a blue haired miscreant from montreal insinuate herself, once again, in their home. incroyable! vive la burrito libre! now off to fetch a coffee for icka ,after sleeping the night in talaitha's bed.
i think my stay here will be paid for entirely in half-eaten burritos, and poems. what can possibly go wrong!
There are some fucking rules about posting in goddamn C23 or else I can't stay here, so I'm posting, but I want it known it's under fucking duress (much like the twittr acct I was PEER FUCKING PRESSURED into setting up today) and icka fucking BIT ME today and slapped me with her sexy dominatrix-by-day leather gloves multiple times, put your boners away ladies, and yen's hair is pretty rad, as are sushi, and burritos, and foofy Belgian asshole beers, forsooth. AY ME. More later, bullying never ends if you give in to the bully.