dear diary,

today i destroyed anna's dream of staying in the Hostel Art PRISON in Prague. it was glorious. tomorrow, i hope to destroy more of anna's dreams, such as her secret desire to start another communist state with martin brown as the leader. anna also wishes to play bumper cars with me, but i have to decline. when i am in amsterdam, i am going to offer her a pot-ridden cookie. and then she'll be stoned and i'll laugh.

love,
sharon

ps- my post from last night was supposed to say "lesbian sex is like bumper cars. there's nothing to worry about." anna said that.

pps- after last night, i'm not sure if i can bring myself to drink bailey's again.