Bitchslapped with noise
When I go back to the suburbs and sit in my living room here, it’s nice to hear the birds chirping and wind blowing… and not the sound of 20 girls in a group home screaming at each other and singing along with the radio until 2 in the morning.
I’ll be home soon, my precious orphaned, underpriveleged pre-teen girls who find the energy to fight each other from morning until night!
When I return, may your fights be even louder and more estrogen-filled than before.
