Por sent me my first eighteenth birthday sms last night, that sweet woman of mine.
And my friendly neighbourhood 3rd sergeant gave me a card with a tiger-print birthday cake on it. And a UN Field Guide, where it tells you to let the rapist rape you if you want to survive. Sweet.
And if you're on a hijacked plane, pretend to sleep. And try to exercise in your seat. Like, whatthefuck.
11:24:00 pm