so she's been texting me. and i've been dancing and punching myself in the cock accidentally due to the excitement.
hubbahubba times fortytwo thousand and seventy eight. but tomorrow i shall be out with her. and i'm not telling adrian where because he's gay and will start talking about massive bell-ends and rohypnol.
my mouse is ill. and i don't know what is wrong with him. but he looks sad and that makes me sad. he's normally all bouncy and plays around a lot. but now he's just sitting on my hand.