Las Vagas is an amazing place. Sat in the middle of vast desert, it is an oasis of madness, fun and light.
A fantastic venue for a holiday, but not when your life has fallen apart. Things should have been so much different there, it would've been brilliant in different circumstances, but I've just had the most miserable holiday of my entire life; I'm having the most miserable time of my entire life.
The sun shone, it was lovely and warm, I spent lots of money, lost about $120 in the slot machines, chain-smoked cheap fags. For these reasons alone, the holiday was worth it, but trying to act "normal" and pretend that I was OK with everything was just too much for me. I guess things were compounded by Jo acting as if nothing was wrong, as she has done and continues to do.
So now I'm back and life goes on, even though I wish it wouldn't. Too cowardly to put an end to things, you just wait for a 70mph coming together with a brick wall or truck. Or you smoke yourself to death.
Bring it on.
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... and we all still love you.
Just as you are.
Warts and spots and jungle style hair and fishy fanny smell and everything.
Welcome back.
Now then, chuck those nasty fags away, put the holiday down to experience and start thinking about how much brighter the future WILL be.
Because it will be. The sun always shines again. Dependable, warm, bright and joyous.
It's coming.
Honest.
You know it.
We know it.
And we'll be here to share it's warmth with you.
Now about our stick of rock....
The only rock in Nevada and Arizona is the stuff that the places are made of - and there's plenty of it, but I don't think you'd appreciate it somehow. Nor do I think that the native Americans would appreciate me nicking bits of the Grand Canyon for a pair of Yorkshire Jock poofs.
You have a far better gift. We'll meet up soon and you can have it.
You should have brought back some chunks of rock to throw at the Labour Party.
Try and stay off the chuffers. Once they get a grip they won't let go. I should know.
Here endeth the lesson.
Yes, yes, yes. We do still love you. And just think, you've got a much better holiday coming next year when you pop over here for a couple of weeks.
And after you visit April, you must come see me. Juneau has quite the population of lovely girl-kissing-girls. Did I mention that your accent alone will make you like a suprerhero here. They will fall down at your feet and make you remember how lovely you realy, truly are.
Lisa
Apparently I'm not lovely, I'm bitter and angry and that's why I've been dumped. It's all my fault you see, if I wasn't such a cunt, things would be fine. Nothing to do with my other half wanting to start fucking about with a copper she met through work.
Lovely?
*laughs*
Just kidding. You're gorgeous and we'll keep telling you that until we're sober.
Bastards!
Ignore Puppy and Hippo, they're just jealous.
You are in fact so lovely that Jo had to split. See, she managed to temporarily confuse you into thinking that she was good enough for you. Knowing how clever you are, she has for quite some time now been living in fear that you would figure out her trickery and leave her. She had no choice but to make a preemptive strike.
Anyone would have to be stupid to leave you (a lady-lovin’ police officer – how tragically cliché). And in truth, Beautiful, I say good riddance 'cause you don’t need to be with a stupid woman.
Lisa
It'd be nice to have that fuck em attitude, but I know Jo isn't stupid, I'm certainly not too good for her - quite the opposite I'm sure.
Lisa, e-mail me!
Pfft. I agree with the two lovely young men above - time to get on with living.
Sounds like Canada's the place to be...
Lovely young men, eh?
We like Peevish.
Lots.
Great taste.
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