Sunday, 3 February 2013
And So The Scary Begins...
Well, it is the Year of Living Recklessly. But now there's probably no going back.
What happened was this: I told my landlady that I'm going to have to move out. Why am I going to have to move out? Because I'm off to live in a garret and be a writer.
What happened was this: I told my landlady that I'm going to have to move out. Why am I going to have to move out? Because I'm off to live in a garret and be a writer.
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