So, the move happened. Just about! I've left so ,much stuff in my old house that it looks like someone still lives there! The car just about made it to the ferry after conking out once on the way there. It's only 3 years old and it's been a money eater. Money I could have been spending on provaris or some other nice bling! Never mind. It helps me earn money by getting me to work and that's the main thing. On the boat, a woman whipped out her boobs next to me to breastfeed her little one.
I think breastfeeding's good and all that but I don't want to see some biddy's swollen tit right next to me thank you very much. What happened to discretion?! I think I nearly got reported for doing drugs when having a vape outside. Passengers on deck looked very alarmed at my ego and security hovered round me for quite a while.
I was hoping someone would have the balls to ask me what I was up to. But no, everyone minded their own business in the end - boring. I should have got the lavatube out and really gave 'em something to talk about. Next mission - scare the village folk by parading round with plumes of vapor for all to see. 

