Last night was horrible. Trust me, you�d rather I didn�t get into it. The only thing I�ll say is that I have no idea where all that hair came from upon inspecting what used to be the floor underneath my bed. And don�t get me started on the dead roaches. It shivers me timbers.
But that�s neither here nor there. I�ve been listening to all of my old Orange Juice CDs today at work and I think I�m finally secure enough in my sexuality to admit that I love you.
You are the light.
�Til my dying day,
Fu-Fu