posted Sunday, October 24, 2010 at 9:13pm
Twas after midnight after a long Friday evening, I was cradling myself on the grass. You expressed concern, and I told you I didn't give a twat, for my boy was extremely angry at me. "What do I do?" I said rather pathetically. "Run up to him, tap him on the back, and tell him you love him." Thank you. I don't know how to repay you.
WhenFriday, October 22, 2010
King Edward, the 25 bus stop to Brentwood