I have. He is small, lovable and has a sign that says: Love me. Feed me. Never leave me. But I don’t know where he is at the moment. Is he in a box at your parents’ attic? Because I think he would consider that to be left. By us; his faithful friends or owners, well I guess technically Bisgaard owns him, but he left him to fend for himself in Vienna and that is just not nice. Bad Bisgaard. – I totally said that like I was a sheep. Now I thing something might be wrong with me.
Anyway, Vienna. Yes! I so want to go. But I have so many different plans for this Summer and I have no idea where I’ll be from April, so maybe I should focus on that first. Life is hard you know. And I can’t believe I’m twenty-five and bitching about the hardships of my life. I’ve had an easy life. Such is the human condition.
Speaking of the human condition and companionship. It is funny I can feel a difference in the way Amy and I relate to each other now she knows and I know that she knows that I might stop soon. Now I feel I can be friends with her where as before I felt that there were no way we would naturally be friends. Now we are sort of both letting the other peak at the human behind the work-related mask.
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