Follow the yellow brick road.
Do you think its kinder not to be her friend at all?
He was so on it last night
Sorry. I’m on a bike
I’m going to be famous for killing someone accidentally
I think I should probably leave it. Don’t want to miss my flight because I want a cigarette and coke with you
Kiss
Why do I cry?
Rear of the year, surely
Your influence has rubbed off on me. I’m drinking redbull and listening to soul
I was listening, well, singing along to a song today, quite earnestly. When it got to ‘w p c when am I going to go? No!’ the laughter started and didn’t stop. Even, or especially, when my mum was talking about her mother’s death, you came to mind. Though you are always on my mind. I’m determined to sound like a pervert
Fraught with traumas our contact has been.