



I arrived in california from france two days ago, my return flight is scheduled in three months. I don’t feel very comfortable; my room looks like a tiny storage closet and the atmosphere feels quite unsettling.
I still haven’t met the children because their mother (divorced) refuses to let me see them. They are trying to recruit me to their bizarre church but I left without an agency using aupair world, and I only have $100 in my bank account. Anyway, take care of yourselves
Par exemple moi c’est les blagues en referance au fait de casser des spaghettis pour toucher les italiens dans leur ego… c’était drôle en 2020 maintenant c’est lourd
je déteste le mot patate. ça m’a toujours irrité genre t’as autant la flemme de dire juste "pomme de terre" que ça ?