bottled up thoughts in maroon and yellow

e “new experience” will soon go under another of my regrets and humiliations. Everything is so F-uped! I have to travel all the way to the freaking other side of the island for a fitting. And firstly I’m not interested, secondly I don’t have the time and lastly I have better things to do! It’s not the best time to reach home late, when I’m trying to be good till you fly off. Anyway I joined some of the ruggers at Holland yesterday for a drink, the guys were dam gay. Taking photos of their muscles, comparing whose was better. Down to every detail, cutting etc. But it was good.