Saturday, October 24, 2009

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  1. .15% tipsy on vodka shooters, I air-kiss my friends a cheery farewell at the furthest-most exit of Disco Romantica. St. Petersburg is an exciting but dangerous city, especially for a woman alone. Pop. I hear the shot, I feel my body merge with the ground and my spirit ascend. Do not mourn me. Adore me.