Hunky dori

Hi ya'll! I think I have failed this blog in more ways than one. After all, I don't seem the blogging type. According to........ My friend. There's a "blogging type"? Yea whatevs, how are you guys doing? I am not even sure who I am referring to when I say "you guys", because nobody visits this space. But, I do have a few readers.... Like, okay one reader. Who isn't me. My friend, actually. But he reads my craphole blog only so I'd stop bugging him to read my craphole blog. Kekekeke (My Harry would say)

That girl is pweedy, no? Even though she's smoking weed and everything. All right anyway Houston, we have a problem. I think most people have a rope that ties them to someone. That rope can be short, or it can be long. I think my rope ties me to Andrew. And vice versa. And, like a stupid dog, he thinks it isn't there. He goes running off somewhere - into a nightclub after a girl, to the skatepark, to church camp, whatever - and then suddenly it brings him up short and chokes him and he acts surprised, and then he does the same thing again the next day. I dunno........

Gotta run now! Going to start breeding llamas. Au revoir!