Amen to that.
I'm back up here, it's ****ing FREEZING too, silly silly classes, COMPLETE LACK OF MALE (leads to a complete lack of many things, eg: sensible conversation in my flat; sex; hugs; clever jokes; sex; sex; sex; etc.)
How's yo' artworks? Be postin' soon.
The Granite has eaten my mind. It is working with the French words; they are all conspiring with the most boring people I've ever lived with to drive me up some walls.
Since when was drinking in the kitchen an ACTIVITY? How does wasting money on wine and going to bed at 11 constitute fun? How does going out and wandering around in a dark room with lots of other people to the shittest music you've ever heard constitute 'a good time'?
I want my man back so that we can rally the cool folks (currently living in Tillydrone on account of having somewhere else to go) and go play pool in the bar by the docks to good music.
....that post went terrifically wrong and veered away from original design in every way it could have, but I'm going to leave it as it is
Take care, Eurotrash dearhearts.
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