be happy
Thanks, playbody.
I realise I'm banging on about this way too much, but it's still happening.
And, at risk of repeating myself, I repeat:
I brought this bloke home from the pub: Last Friday in July. That was nice. Then he came back to my house on the following Monday. I made him a cup of tea and he said are you online? He went on my computer and left himself logged onto getbig. I found his thread and went mental.
I promise I've had a life since, but I'm still debating. I feel sorry for him. He
oh fuck it.
the cops are still phoning me. The landlady at the pub he trashed after he kicked in my door has forgiven him too. I feel sorry for his wife and kid (if they're not fictional