We have been hanging out a lot lately, doing things such as camping, going out for coffee (well, tea for him. he says it makes him feel fancy), midnight worm hunting, scrabble, ghost stories in the dark, drunken running marathons, and reciting bad poetry in a serious manner, and then falling down to the floor in a fit of laughter. Sometimes he falls down so hard he cracks his skull open and a disgusting pile of brains and ooze lies pretty on the carpet. It makes me smile. BUT, he is "The Madness", and his wounds heal quickly.
Our relationship amuses me. We are on to one another, I know it. Sure, we may seem like great pals to an outside viewer...and we are...oh, we are. But, we are the kind of friends who are not really "friends" at all. While we may look like we are being "cute" with one another, doing all these "chummy" things, the wheels of our brains go round and round[round and round]. We are just trying to find the best way to destroy the other. We think we are getting an inside view [secret information for a most perfect murder], but with both our defenses up, and both of us being sneaky sons of bitches, I fear this tango may go on quite a while.
Sometime he has to fuck up, [let down this mask he wears. forget to lock his door at night], and I will be there. Clues will be obtained, and my good buddy The Madness will laugh and laugh, because..."you can't destroy THE MADNESS! Silly girl." Damn. It's true. All you can do is pay him off in Gucci handbags, and hope he stays away for a while. Oh, that man and his obsession with those ugly bags. The Madness has a madness of his own. He says "shop til' you drop girrrl".
Anyway. I don't want to talk about him anymore. It only swells his ego.
In other news, I will be living at my English teachers' (Dorothy) apartment for the next two weeks while she is in Ireland. She lives in an old school building, and has two great kitty cats. I'm very excited about this.
Unfortunately, there is no phone, or computer. So, those of you who know where I will be staying will just have to guess if I'm there or not. A fun game!
Upon returning from my schoolhouse adventure I will shower you with stories and pictures. Until then, my beautiful friends, I hope life is making you smile (somehow, somewhere).
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