thoughtformed | HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU TOO LAU, THERE GOES THE REST OF MY YEAR

Y'know what? The worst thing about being here for three years (A BLOODY HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO ME BY THE BY) wasn't living with an ingrate alien who can't keep his volume down to a dull roar, or falling head over arse for a girl who regenerated into someone ENTIRELY DIFFERENT and then left, or going through three (three? four? three? nine hundred?) Barrys and never being certain which one spied on me in the shower (only joking, it was all of them), or the time Belarus chopped my cock off, or all those other murders I don't care to recount at the moment, or finding out my mates replaced me with some cheap knockoff split personality prick, or listening to my shadow whinge and bitch for days on end, or working for the most anal retentive vampire ever written into existence probably by some suicidal goth teenager, or Alois' general existence (rest in peace or whatever the fuck), or ghost menageries, or being forced to tell the truth about all my very manly feelings, or the time I found guacamole that expired eighteen months prior in the back of my refrigerator.

No, no no no, far and fucking away, the worst part has been my introduction to shite video games.