Liverpool can be a lonely place on a saturday night (and this is only thursday morning).
I love my life. My hip aches like a Romanian bear-wrestling champion hit it as hard as ever he could with his Romanian hip-shattering sledgehammer, I have curvature of the spine, My hours at work have been reduced, I have no car AND I have recurring dreams/nightmares/whatever about my hands being infested with spiders/ticks/various parasitic insects that live under the skin and come out from under my fingernails.
What could be more fun? Don't know why I bother posting. Nothing ever happens to me.
What could be more fun? Don't know why I bother posting. Nothing ever happens to me.