Kicked him out.
Another night alone. And actually kind of liking it.
Please don't come back in the morning, please don't come back in the morning...
He took the car though. Sad trombone. But that's okay. Walking is good for the soul. And I have plenty of willing chauffeurs I can call if needed.
And gentle handsome ones at that.
2:49 a.m. - 2009-07-18