TdC
Trem's hunky sex love muffin
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I am moving to my new place on the 2nd of Feb this year, so currently I am in a frenzy of packing, throwing stuff away and taking things to the thrift store so said things can hopefully make someone else happy.
During this maelstrom of activity, I found myself in the cold, damp and most of all DARK 15th century cellar of my current apartment thing (which is located on top of an old, um presumably grain or corn warehouse in the centre of Arnhem, where I live), which is filled with spiders by the way. Being me, I was there just now rather than at some normal time of day. Now before this leads you to believe I saw a ghost, or had a furtive wank, let me allay your fears: there was neither to be had down there, mostly because I don't believe in ghosts and because dark, damp places that are cold and filled with spiders don't really do it for me with regards to masturbation.
What there was, was flash light bearing me looking into boxes that I haven't looked at in three years -which naturally are still full of all kinds of stuff- which were packed by my ex after she turned into a nut job and I decided to get the hell away from her. Yes, she actually packed all my shit up so I could leave asap, so I presume the feeling was mutual. Anyway, while browsing these boxes to see what I could get rid of, I found an unopened and completely intact bottle of Jack Daniels, which a friend of mine gave me for my birthday...ooh, well coming up on three years ago I guess.
So, finding this bottle, realizing that my ex had put it there, considering that she had done her utmost to get rid of every single trace of me in as short a time possible, thinking about my friend who had given it to me to enjoy once upon a time and horribly missing the girl (pre insanity, you understand) I once had a relationship with, I got a severe case of down in the dumps. Then I took the bottle upstairs to my house, where there was light and warmth and music, decided that a sudden occurrence of free booze was too good an excuse to pass up, and had a drink to past glories. Now I am having another drink...to future glories. May they be many, and may they come often. For everyone. Cheers!
During this maelstrom of activity, I found myself in the cold, damp and most of all DARK 15th century cellar of my current apartment thing (which is located on top of an old, um presumably grain or corn warehouse in the centre of Arnhem, where I live), which is filled with spiders by the way. Being me, I was there just now rather than at some normal time of day. Now before this leads you to believe I saw a ghost, or had a furtive wank, let me allay your fears: there was neither to be had down there, mostly because I don't believe in ghosts and because dark, damp places that are cold and filled with spiders don't really do it for me with regards to masturbation.
What there was, was flash light bearing me looking into boxes that I haven't looked at in three years -which naturally are still full of all kinds of stuff- which were packed by my ex after she turned into a nut job and I decided to get the hell away from her. Yes, she actually packed all my shit up so I could leave asap, so I presume the feeling was mutual. Anyway, while browsing these boxes to see what I could get rid of, I found an unopened and completely intact bottle of Jack Daniels, which a friend of mine gave me for my birthday...ooh, well coming up on three years ago I guess.
So, finding this bottle, realizing that my ex had put it there, considering that she had done her utmost to get rid of every single trace of me in as short a time possible, thinking about my friend who had given it to me to enjoy once upon a time and horribly missing the girl (pre insanity, you understand) I once had a relationship with, I got a severe case of down in the dumps. Then I took the bottle upstairs to my house, where there was light and warmth and music, decided that a sudden occurrence of free booze was too good an excuse to pass up, and had a drink to past glories. Now I am having another drink...to future glories. May they be many, and may they come often. For everyone. Cheers!