kellyanne

Okay so my bike is back... the stearing doesnt lock when turning to the left, garmin is installed oh and my bike will try to kill you if you go over 43mph... niiiiiice.

Boyfriend is in bed next to me, curled up and cute, smelling of the dewy morn and dirty socks, with a floral cover around him with his man bit poking out "if you need inspiration" he just grinned...

Last night we had Stella beers, smoked a bit and ran the dog ragged with the game of fetch the orange sphere... and we talked. You see, i returned home to find a created email from this ex, created to hide from his gf that he has decided to contact me (which ended badly, he has a girlfriend and he cheated blah blah blah - millions of things was wrong) and i'm curious as to why... he took the piss so you know, i did the right (and bitchy) thing; told the truth. Now he's emailing as if nothing. When i needed his agreement to witness for my other bike if the police came out, he went and changed his number... he picked said bike up too... arghhh

When my friend died and i needed a shoulder, he jumped me like a blow-up doll...

Anywho, boyfriend is pissed off - i think. Not at me, i do not appreciate lies so he knows everything, and we cuddled and fucked... so we are great. I am just an obsessive curious lil minx; i have to know the why's, how's, when's, where's... alas it is my weakness. I need a smoke anyway, i'll say adios...

Love ya XoXoXo