There, I said it. I miss him. It is now a whole week since I last said a word to our slightly built blog star. I've had no contact with him whatsoever, no FIFA all night, no spooning, no laughing at people who care about stuff and worst of all, no drinking at social events with him and hence no Patrick throwing up. It's funny when he throws up! He is now home, and since starting this post I have attempted to begin a chat with him on Facebook! I hope he talks back, otherwise I might have to remove him from the gene pool.
He went offline.
He's back on! He called me his "Jewfro-ed brethren". Wow. I've missed him. I think I'm welling up with tears. Either welling up with tears or getting bored of writing this. Probably the latter. I hate myself. You hate myself, I can't blame you. I am a word much stronger than I would say in front of my Nan. And a huge one at that!
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