making new friends then having to leave

This is the story of my life.

Millions of times. Luckily I live in an incestuous little city where I'll see them next week on the street and if I feel like it and i can go up and say "HELLO", or not bother, cos we'll be drunk at some party within 2/3 months at the outside, anyway. There is ONE person like this I miss, but she doesn't seem to socialise that much (so when she does we'll coincide) and anyway the whole thing was a bit creepy, her boyfriend said she should fuck me. Where do you live, Nairn?

Not since I was 10.

ANGELA, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU???

*hears echo*

Wow.

once i was eating a brown eye when i got a dry mouth and had to hit up the store for some fresh milk. when i came back he was gone.

i do it for the children.

don't wory, before you know it you'll forget they ever existed

My mate Dan is just about to finish his year's contract as a lecturer at the uni. Not only is he a good lecturer, he is a FUCKING DIAMOND MAN, absolutely wonderful, generous, great taste, incredibly funny, thoughtful, intelligent, etcetera. The site of him wandering up the hill to uni at 7.45am in a suit jacket and jeans listening to Public Enemy at volumes designed to stun cattle will be sorely missed.