Just a hunk o’ burnin’ love.
I have the fucking flu. I hope it goes away rapid, I’ve got a lot planned this coming weekend and I refuse to miss out on any of it. Hopefully visiting Kenny boy in Forevermore at some point too, if I can find a minute to go in.
After my shower my skin is soft and smells like raspberries. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep much with these aching limbs of mine and the fact that I’m burning up like a frying pan, but I’m going to try. My kitty, my bear and my squidgy bed will help!
I wanted closure and you told me there was nothing left to say. Now the tables have turned and it’s you who needs the closure to make yourself feel better. Stop attempting contact, you are a little black cloud hanging over my life and I don’t care what YOU need.
“I gave you faith when none believed you, barely escaped, but who deceived who?Small man, big mouth.”
