LOUKIAAAA I’M BOREEEEEEEEDDD…
AND ANXIOUS! I’m itching to do things, anything’s lots of things… get involved with a dangerous (maybe armed) man, island hop my way through the Caribbean, touch people inappropriately during the Rio Carnival (or just on the tube) and blame it on someone else. Like I said in a previous email, I AINT FUSSY FAM.
I’m missing adrenalin coursing through my veins, I apparently replaced that with sex- oooo I’m so risqué! But it’s true; sex should be my recreation not the bread and butter of my adrenalin no matter how much chemistry I have with people I. must. Fight. Urge. To. Replace. ADHD drive for success with instant gratification.
Apropos of nothing: My mind is only ever lucid for about 5 mins then I forget or get distracted and the moment of brilliance is gone… I should be worried right??
How are you!? My incessant babbling driven you to the edge yet? I discovered I knew another man who was short with the syndrome that is attached to SOME (others of you I adore init) of these kind of men (I know you’ll agree). You know him, he’s the ‘I was heavily bullied at school and girls like you ignored me therefore I imagine sexually explicit things in my mind whilst I address you in what can only be described as a degenerative manner’ kinda guy- I KNOW ANOTHER ONE (he has a rhinestone belt). If all those guys modelled themselves on 'Brain' from ‘Pinky and the Brain’ they might be more of a palatable time… just a thought.
As per usual my unwavering love for you hasn’t changed.