its called the church of hot addiction

just when i thought i could get hurt any worse by someone i'd never actually met, it happened. i dont know why, i'll never know why, but it happened. he meant more to me than 95% of the people i know in reality, he knew it, i'd told him, he'd read it, but it seems i pushed too hard or i annoyed him too much and he forcibly removed me from his life. i was crushed and being the adult that i am, i ran away. again. i was gone for two days, only reason i came home was because i went to the pub to watch football. i'd forgotten that phillippe (formally known as "the french bell boy" or "mr delicious") worked there and he kinda lives at my house now. he dragged me home. i havent left the house alone since. all because of one person

i'm sorry jocko, for whatever it was that i did

since then, i've barely been online. nothing feels right anymore. my son turned one a few days ago (sept 30th). we got him a twitter account and kay and aimie have been helping him tweet, you can follow him if you like, http://twitter.com/aka_BABYBOY

so thats that really, things arent the same anymore and never will be ever again