it's much more complicated than i can be bothered explaining. It's really complicated. And sordid.
It's mostly all my fault. It always is.
I'm going to see if he wants to come to the beach with me n the dog. He's a lovely person. He's put up with so much from and for me. i just want some space. I have to go get our coats. it's fucking cold out.
Cheers n Luv.
PS: it could be worse, i could captain of an Italian life boat. I would never get on an Italian liner. "Abandon hope all ye who enter" pointless addendum.
PPS. I have a thing for octopusses (it's not octopi, octopus is a Greek word, "i" when used to indicate plural is Latin, "Octopusses" is not strictly correct either, but the correct word is too wanky, even for me)
Cheerz Earz ;)
