I didn't make it to London. I have been drifting in and out of consciousness all day.
I met Jane for lunch yesterday. We drank wine. We talked. We drank more wine. Things got deep. "The Gays" arrived. Things were no longer deep. We drank even more wine. Jane went home and I went back to "The Gay's" abode and thought it would be a really good idea to drink Advocaat. Many of my online accounts were hijacked by "The Gays" and they seemed to enjoy the naked ladies on here. Then I went home and woke up my parents, for old time's sake.
There is more to say but right now I just don't have ability to write. Quite pathetically, I am in need of a hug.
I met Jane for lunch yesterday. We drank wine. We talked. We drank more wine. Things got deep. "The Gays" arrived. Things were no longer deep. We drank even more wine. Jane went home and I went back to "The Gay's" abode and thought it would be a really good idea to drink Advocaat. Many of my online accounts were hijacked by "The Gays" and they seemed to enjoy the naked ladies on here. Then I went home and woke up my parents, for old time's sake.
There is more to say but right now I just don't have ability to write. Quite pathetically, I am in need of a hug.
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You know my thoughts on the huggy business.
Don't worry about The Gays. It was all in good nature, I'm sure. I am slowly drying out. But of course the minute I step through my front door the rain ceases.
Fucking typical.
Call me, doll.
Bright yellow monkey sick. Everywhere.
But strangely a good one in terms of the drunk.
A very warm fuzzy kind of intoxication.
Comforting - but ultimately messy.
"The Gays" must know there's not enough SG's to go round without "dipping over the fence" and chancing their arm for a laugh.
Head down and sleep it off...