dear juanita comes out to play...
nicely.
i look like a new yorker... that has just woken up from a 3 hour sleep with make-up on - smeared lips, smudged eyeliner - whose high on drugs. More like high on dust. There are food crumbs below the beds, hair strands that belong to an unknown entity and the blanket smells like feet! Or vomit... what Joey said. This place is crawling with ants! They didn't make it to the unused stack of cup noodles.
Tough luck.
we spent most of our time in the chalet... no escape... no www... (i'm talkin' bout the wild wild wet dog!) i watched a gay movie... made coke float... woke up early to get breakfast for the dudettes... walked in and out of the washroom relentlessly... spent at least 5 minutes staring at my reflection from the mirror... found out more about my friends and myself - via funny chats and online personality quizzes that popped out in little boxes from my laptop screen... checked the time in every few hours only to suspect that someone has been messing with the clock... that's gotta' be it. Time can't pass so fast.
miss Gayane says that she doesn't meet many girls who read literature or Shakespeare.
I'll do anything for you ma'm.
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