There is still music and rum and coke (whatever that is, my RL driver swears by it. In fact, she is just indulging in it after a f...ed up week at work. Until it arrives here I will settle for whiskey on the rocks or on the sand, or on the tiles, or on the wood, or on the snow...) The b**tch is torturing me, she hates that I have an easy life while she sweats every penny she earns out there. So instead of letting me listen to music while I enjoy myself in the keller, the b**tch makes me endure this thing (I wouldn't even call it a song). I mean... what do those boys mean ? the lyrics don't make any sense! not to talk of the noise around them!
I think she has gone blooming bananas. It is understandable though... listening to "music" like that... Though I do get the fascination for the boys, men in the future look like pretty girls! something to look forward to, if nothing else.
nighty night peeps!
PS _ keep on dancing no matter what, one day we won't be able to yes or yes sadly. love xx Connie
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