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I'm...OK I was in Cleveland, training Tweenies and now I'm in New York...Now if I was B' I'd be hating this, but leaving behind pretending to be a grown up and a teacher and ending up in NYC with an apartment and no one yelling at me that I'm supposed to be somewhere. Yeah baby, this is more me.
The bed seems quite comfy, and no one seems to be here, or expecting anything of me, now all I need to find are something to screw, something to kill, somewhere to drink...and maybe some money.
I can't figure out if I'm supposed to be freaked out by being sucked into some other reality without realising, or feel like I do, pretty damn relaxed.

Happy Birthday to me!

So. Sup What's up, people?

Some drunk guy tried to kiss me last night. I might've punched him a little hard, but better than the alternative.

Whatever happened to the nice boys who ask permission? Makes it easier to tell them no.

Back here again?

Wonder if it'll be more interesting this time. Certainly ain't betting on it.

This city can get pretty boring sometimes.

Anyone know how to show a girl a good time?

Is this some sort of sick joke? Somebody better start talking.

Now, this place is interesting, sure, but I'm bound to get bored all by my lonesome.

Anyone here know how to show a girl a good time?

Well now, this is certainly a change.

Not sure if it's a good one yet.