venerdì, settembre 29, 2006


What I wouldn't give for five fucking minutes, just five fucking minutes. It took until my grandfather was actually dead for some bitch to say 'at least he lived for a really long time.' And then she told me a story about a senile cat she'd had put down.

Fucking Russian Latvians.

2 commenti:

Melbine ha detto...

Oh darling, so much to say to you. I am thinking about you and your family constantly. My sympathies. So many people just don't know what to say in those instances and they start babbling and saying dumb things.

Sugarplum ha detto...

I'm so sorry, mistress.