When I went out of my room to investigate what the cheering was, I didn’t expect to be pulled out from my routine and into a pit of insanity.
I wanted to go to the toilet — Number Two, in fact — but Charley insisted that I come inside and play Ring of Fire with them. Without drinking, of course. I’m the fun one.
And it all just escalated from there.
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It’s been a very, very long time since I last wrote a blog entry — there’s no excuse, I’ve just not been doing it for some reason.
There’s little reason for me to share my life here, public on the Internet like this, but here I am. Maybe I’d keep more personal things out of these posts and put them in my physical diary. Continue reading i’m sure there’s nothing pure here