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I'm tough , I'm ambitious

and i know exactly

what I want

If that makes me a bitch

OK


23 April, 2010
Fighting For Peace Is Like Fucking For Virginity.

Shirin was so nice and drove me to school today. Thursdays we always take a bus just in time as a sort of protest against our teacher. Sadly she never notices because we always arrive before she does. Just like today. Shirin has a rather rapid driving-style. Anyway I was not afraid to be in her car (not like the others told me beforehand).
It was different last sunday, when Philip drove me and his friend to Cologne. I think it is the Testosteron (like always) that tells men to drive faster. Anyway I was like 'Dude, you are driving 200 km/h can you PLEASE hold on to the steering-wheel??!!' It's not much to ask for. It was the first time I actually wished there was a speed-limit on german highways....
He's kind of arrogant and kind of very pleasant to be with.