last night we ditched the boat party and escaped the boat before it was too late -before we were in the middle of bosphorus with judgemental turkish girls that look you up and down-. my lips were chocolate stained from the chocolate ice-cream and it became harder for him to take me seriously talking like that. he laughed. i told him to clean it, lick it, do something. he did.
we came home.
i came home.
sitting down with amy winehouse and robin thicke.