"have I told you lately that I'm drunk?"

I don't think anyone is aware of the profound and transcendental impact tuna has on my body and my being in general. I have been vomitting. Sometimes I do it with sincerity, as I must expell this horrible excess fur. And there are the times when I do it because the world sickens me. After tuna I feel protiened potent and powerful. Like that guy that Ida sometimes sees in the steam room and finds so funny because he is a large and hideous muscle. "How can someone just be muscle?" she asks me. I don't know, I've never seen him.

The other one talks to me in great gasping bursts when she is drunk. I crawl into her bed and she tells me she is drunk, thinking that I haven't noticed. But they are my girls and despite how irritating they are, I do love them. But they should never think that I don't notice what they do.....