In my defense, I'm like half done the written bit. And already done the presentation bit. Has anyone ever noticed how words flow so much faster when you have an ugly project to do? (Ohyes, leave a review. *winning smile*)
Anon who might be a flame, I'm not too sure: How come what? So what? I'm so confused!
Also an air kiss to XxTheAngstyOnesxX because she is lovely.
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viii. it's not me, it's you
Sometimes it's you and sometimes it's her but it's never me. You know that and I know that, we know that the problem is not me, it's you or it's her or it's him. Every time, it's you or her or him, but it's never me. Do you ever get sick of that, darling? Which one are you again, darling? Peter or Lisa or Duncan or Joe? I don't even remember anymore. Do you ever get tired of me, darling? That's okay. I get tired of myself sometimes. But remember, I'm not the problem here. You are.