This blog is going to be my cheap form of therapy. Something to get my life, my frustrations, my stress out in the open. 404 more words
I wonder what feelings you associate with this cliché.
Do you remember the wild drunken haze of a night out, standing on a street corner at 3am with nothing but a burger from Broomhill Friery and a fat lip to keep you company and wondering how it all got to this. 202 more words