||[Dec. 10th, 2008|11:24 am]
Spinning 45 Ballerina
I feel exalted, uplifted, and free. I'm in a four star hotel listening to what might just be Radio Free Europe, nothing cost money and I smoke Black Devils constantly. Charlotte just walks around like she's on a tour of sausage factory and doesn't seem much interested in anything. (but she was quite exhausted yesterday so maybe she'll put a little bit more minge into it today.) Our relationship has reached a new level, it's almost symbiotic. we've have started rating each others farts, it was good fun at first but now we've reached a point where we are just mean and and down on each others flatulence... it has turned in to the proverbial powder keg. every picture I've taken with any one of us in them have turned out horrible. we'll have to work at that.