I've lived a WHOOOLLEEE 'nother month with that shit on my tail.
It feels like a fucking year.
Reach keeps trying to "Build Himself Up" against his hypersensitivity. It hurts him, I can tell. I'm not an idiot.
I don't like it, Reach. Please. Stop it now. You won't listen to my words, but for the love of god, man.
At least for today.
Or I WILL knock you out. ¬_¬
And no, Cameron is NOT going to be travelling with us. I've already gotten him a one-way ticket to Heathrow. We just have to get him over to the airstrip. Mum'll do the rest.
And yes, she's fine, but apparently our ENTIRE neighbourhood was hit by a black-out.
I don't like that either.
Or the fact that Cathy is out of a home.
Or the fact that Cyndia is still demented.
Or the dickhead who did that to Ben.
Oh fuck you, Slendershit.
Catch you on the flip side,