That’s a shame isn’t it?I was sitting today in the middle of yet another miserable situation at work, looking at the other person who used to work on the project and thinking how much I miss him.
You never can tell what’s going to float your boat. Apparently I like being stared at and having a nervous wreck quivering whilst being horrible to me. Apparently that’s my thing.
You’re a horrid boy for being married and annoying. Sulks.
