yessss i am back from romania and alive and i miss all the little babies and i (actually trina) took artsy photos. it was sooooo much fun and we saved some babies and it was awesome.i wanna go backkkkk
quick mia let’s get on the next plane to bucharest. we can stay with costine and i can bring a translation book and we can call up marian and vera and have sweet parties with romanian music and we can be crazy without mp and onsdorff to keep us grounded and we can buy lots of stuff since my credit card will work and everything is infinitely cheaper over there and we can find romanian men to live with and never return to america or school and yeah.
i think i need to go to bed.
if that building was really a rink then i’m in.
we can convert it into one. mia i cannot survivee in america. i walked outside today and was like, “damn, it is cold” it was 70 degrees. SINCE WHEN IS 70 COLD?! since romania corrupted me that’s when. but i don’t mind. romania taught me to love fucking 90 degree weather with humidity and no air conditioning and 2 babies on your lap bouncing on an exercise ball. whoever thought i would love that? romania got me to dance with a sweaty maybe gay very tall after shave reeking sparkly low cut v neck shirt wearing romanian man. who thought i would ever do that? i missssss it. why did we have to leave?
