After the romantic misadventure with the blue-eyed nurse, I decided that spending another week alone at home would certainly bring me on the verge of madness. So I took a deep breath and smashed the piggybank upon the floor, and then collected my savings and purchased what I should have purchased a long time ago: … Continue reading Boy With A Camera
(Warning: I'm too depressed to bother about grammatical mistakes.) Dear friends, in the last week or so I’ve turned from a romantic hero into an almost-maniac. Sometimes, out of too much enthusiasm, out of too much passion, out of too much love, we lose our heads and say and do foolish things, we become bad … Continue reading The Aftertaste of Sorrow
Being sick has its advantages, you know, like seeing every week a playful twenty-six-year-old blue-eyed nurse. Lately I’ve made a habit of visiting the little clinic in my town to do blood tests, to exclude all infections before the doctors will let me do a lymph node biopsy. The idea was to do all tests … Continue reading Help! I’m In Love With a Nurse!
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