crazy. totally crazy.
Jesus. What a night. One minute Kym and I are having a delicious home-cooked meal on his bed, watching "Shock Docs" and giggling at people with narcolepsy, the next thing we know there is blood all over the place and we have a hysterical girl on our hands wearing nothing but a towel, trying to attack us whilst her crazy boyfriend stands 7 feet tall, naked, with a broken nose that is bleeding all over everything. So fucking random, so fucking intense. Poor Kym.
It's times like these I'm glad I'm single and not an alcoholic or a manic depressive psycho.
P.S. I wish you could teleport, just so I could hold you in my nook, even if it was only for ten minutes. It would kill my anxiety.
It's times like these I'm glad I'm single and not an alcoholic or a manic depressive psycho.
P.S. I wish you could teleport, just so I could hold you in my nook, even if it was only for ten minutes. It would kill my anxiety.