Today I had a uber rubbish day, lots of things exploded with fat balding men called Mike taking over my house and destroying barbeques...generally crappy down day, and i think maybe i'm ill? and then forgetting to miss somebody, and exes and then somebody talking about their opinion and dictating and me just saying 'ok'.

But now since emails that taste of haribos,making friends with the Malibu and it being too cold to be outside jumping in puddles any more I think that confusion will be just fine and I think I'm fine with not understanding how or why you effect me so much and I have become attached to your blue writing. If you'll still have me that is pedro??