SPITASPITA: have you ever had a sexual fantecy anbout whiskers
Under The Floors: hahaha
Under The Floors: no
Under The Floors: you are actually like
Under The Floors: out of your mind
Under The Floors: + i will blackmail you with this
SPITASPITA: not even when you met me
SPITASPITA: dont lie
Under The Floors: i'm not lying, darling
Under The Floors: haha you're not my type at all
man I kept trying to think of something very meaningful to say about my very meaningful life but I think that sums up everything right now.
new yorks was balls cold and we almost ran the
idiotarod, instead I walked around and spent money and saw pink light in a corner at moma and a happy drunken russian man singing in the subway.
please let it stop being so cold soon.