All my stuff has arrived! It's brilliant. I can now say that I have officially moved to London. And managed to have a threesome in my bedroom before it was even filled with my stuff. Must be some kind of record.

Feel kind of weird and bad that I never learnt the name of one of the girls. What a guy I am. But, seriously, that doesn't feel all kinds ( Read more... )

A house! A house!
My eyeliner for a house!

But I already have one. A house and already lovely inhibitants. Victoria Lane has such a posh sound to it, don't you think?

My parents are even sending my stuff down today.

Rock on, kiddies.

Hola all of you Londonites out there. How goes you? I, myself, am being kicked out of home because Delilah wants her bedroom back. She has been fair enough to put up with me for this long, but we both need our space ( Read more... )

She still talks in her sleep. It was almost comforting when I realised she still did. But she mutters and whispers her way through bad dreams and sleeping in the same bed as her means I'm listening in ( Read more... )

I'm stalking her internet friends. And finding veeery interesting things and people. Hello Delilah's friends and sundry. (Is sundry actually a word ( Read more... )