You F***ing slag how the Sheol are you. I was telling Malea last that this small town lifestyle is workin my last nerve. I haven’t so much as seen an ounce of snow in this place and the rowdy bunch live way off in the mountains.
The blacksmith’s apprentices has white picket fences in eyes so i had to drop that. There is a deputy with doughy sweetness that I’m working on. Too bad the sheriff is in love or something with this cold steel C**t of a mayor. She’s questioned me THREE times already.
I’ve been waiting for this swallowing festival or whatever and let me tell you it can’t come too soon. I’ve been thinking about coming back. How is Chrisette doing after all this? I miss " bath time!"
I still have nightmares about him when my bed is empty and its been too empty for too long now.
anyway come and visit me, i’ll make it worth your while.