I am one of those annoying people that tell you everything. I just do. I need to tell, I need to share the tiniest, insignificant details of my life. I need a friend, someone close by, someone I can tell I’ve dreamed of stinging nettles last night, or that my friend fell into a hole in the ground and it was night and I gave her two shots with one syringe, I have no idea how.
I’ve had such a friend and I’ve ruined it. So…
- I walk like Robocop.
- There’s a pot of custard about to explode in my fridge.
- Today I said „innit?” Naturally. I didn’t even realised it. Somebody had to point that out.