sulu drives the enterprise like it has some fuzzy dice

( Ready for warp, sir. )

Change of tune: there will be no more running away to Russia. Well, lots of visits still, since my babushka lives there, but I get to keep living in the good ol' U.S. of A. and preeeetty much do whatever I want. And no more burnt lasagna! Life is very, very sweet.

Child protective services sucks. Never there when I actually needed them, and pulling me out of the one place that felt like home since mine burnt down. You'd think those sons of bitches would fucking do their jobs of ACTUALLY helping kids! Jesus Christ.

If I have to eat any more half-burnt lasagna, I am going to run away to Russia and no one is going to be able to stop me.