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[January 13] |
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( Betty )
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[September 20] |
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( Daniel )
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[August 18] |
Fucking hell. I'm getting married in a month.
... Fucking hell. That's so far away.
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[August 02] |
Right, so. Last week was fun, but let's keep secret things secret from now on, shall we? And remember: deep breaths. Deep breaths, everyone. This is not the end of the world. Betty.
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[July 02] |
Well, when Betty said 'a couple of weeks,' she really meant 'one week (singular),' because our first Appointment of Baby Terror was this morning. I say that jokingly, of course. It was incredible seeing that itty bitty speck on the screen, not terrifying. Pfft. Of course not. Why would it be terrifying? It barely qualified as a dot...
... Alright, it was a little terrifying. But in the best way possible. This is amazing. Amazing. I've known about this baby for a good month now, and I'm still reeling. Well, I say this baby. I mean our baby. Blimey. I need a drink!
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[May 31] |
Well. I do believe we've been railroaded. This apartment seemed like the best one we could find, but little did we know that it's actually a sauna. One that can't be fixed until tomorrow because today, of course, is a holiday.
Betty, if you come home and you find nothing but a damp spot on the carpet, that's just me. Much like the Wicked With of the West, I've melted. Only it was the heat that did me in, not water. My dying wish? Please kill the sun.
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