Undercover

Rrrrrrrrrring, please!

I'm too old and blazee for this game. Looking at a phone, waiting for it to ring...

I don't even know what to tell him. Nor what I hope to hear, for that matter. I'm even a bit worried of what I might find out, scared that it may turn out to be just a summer storm... Or that I may have become too weird - or rather antisocial - for such things.

Now, that would be the quickest revenge of faith, and the least creative one too.

Etichete: fucking fate

posted by kit @ 10:22 p.m.