Yeah but I'm working on that.

I think the hills have been around longer than thirteen years.

Probably a Russian.

Russophobe

I remember the sound of my mother's keys jingling. It triggered terror in me, because I knew that meant she was about to walk out the door and go to work. She worked third shift at the hospital. The door would open and close...and I'd wait in my bed in silence. And then, inevitably, my step-father screamed my name. I'd jump from bed and run downstairs, because going slowly got me a severe beating. He'd take my down in the basement and make me suck his cock. I was 10.

I'll never forget the sound of my mother's car keys jingling.

That is some supremely ****ed up ****.

Slav trash.

That's not the worst of it.

I remember when all that **** came out. That was a weird night.

I often overshare.