Hey, giggles.
I’ve been in Indiana for three weeks now, a week longer than I had planned when first arriving here. It’s only just now that I’ve tracked down someone who could say “do this and maybe this will happen”. Too late anyway. I’d already decided yesterday that I wouldn’t be returning to the UK.
Would you like to know more?
For those of you who haven’t yet heard, I’m back in Indiana - entirely against my will, but not entirely disappointed about it. You see, I encountered a little “trouble” with immigration in the UK. Most of which consisted of a stupid old man named John Anderson (I feel like I can mention his name both because I don’t give a rat’s ass about his privacy, and because it’s so generic anyway) who resembled the grandpa from Everybody Loves Raymond, only more disheveled.
Would you like to know more?
I was out extra special late Friday and Saturday night this past weekend. Both times I was a total wet blanket by the end of the night because I stopped drinking about a week ago, and who the hell stays out till 6am anyway? I don’t care how drunk you are. That’s olympic-scale recreating.
Would you like to know more?