This is a picture of Agnes as she was leaving. I mean, normally something like this would, you know, bum me out, but to be honest I was kind of glad it was over. Ol’ Agnes was okay and all, but she was pretty moody, as well as reminding me a lot of a linebacker I used to know.
So all of a sudden this guy shows up out of nowhere and he’s screaming at me and saying something like “IRENE YEA!!! IRENE YEA!!!” and Agnes is standing like right behind him and pointing at me and she’s screaming something like “IRENE EST MORTE!!! IRENE EST MORTE!” I thought he was going to hit me, but they both just turned around and left.
I was kind of horny and wanted some action, especially after having bought us a nice room and all but then Agnes started getting all weird and distant.
This is the view from our room at the Perros-Guired Tower Hotel.
But then when we finally got up to our room in the Tower Hotel, things got a little better, at least for a while.
And when she wasn’t talking on her cell phone, Agnes was looking in her goddam purse, like TEN OR TWENTY TIMES A DAY!!! And she was talking to it, like in a weird quiet little kid voice - in FUCKING FRENCH OF COURSE! It was kind of weirding me out.
When she wasn’t looking I grabbed Agnes’s cel phone so I could take a picture of it. I mean, is this a total antique or what? WHAT A PIECE OF SHIT!
Oh yeah! I kept noticing how Agnes was ON HER FUCKING CELL PHONE, like ALL THE TIME! It was really starting to bug me.
Since Agnes was being weird about the kind of places where we were staying, I decided to go all out and get us a room in this way cool tower which was in a town called Perros-Guirec. It also had another dead boat sitting on the ground next to it.