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Well im afraid it'll shortly be just you, SW. Im orf to my bed.
Tomorrow, i may or may not go to see my ex, who is just back from iraq. I think hes a wanker. He knows i think hes a wanker. And we both know i cant resist him, nether the less. And hes so fucking blunt about it as well- "so what dya think, is a good session of nasty anamalistic sex on the cards?"- hes given up pretending to want any kinda of relationship. I was gonna just not see him, but know how pissed off i'd be when he goes away again. At least i can get back the clothes i left at his at new year, which parental units have been asking the whereabouts of ever since. They musta fallen out my bag...
Goodnight all, no doubt i'll be on tomorrows late shift, confessing my sins or blabbing over my woes. xx |
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