Dear Diary,
I've been fruited to death.
How on earth am I supposed to have sex every night when my bowels have turned to liquid? No-one warned me about this. 'Some digestive discomfort' does NOT imply diarrhoea.
John is in better shape. I suspect he's been cheating at lunchtimes. Fair enough, I guess. I would too, if I could.
No comments:
Post a Comment