Saturday, July 08, 2006

Why do I do it?

Really, why do I do it?

I get all worried about him. I start imagining that something terrible has happened and he's upset or hurt or something. And I hate that, because I love him.

But no.
He's happily updating his little site with more jolly football banter and writing news.

He's absolutely fine.
He just doesn't give a fuck.

When will I learn?