After months of speculation, research, self diagnosis and discussion yet another label can join the stickers currently slapped on my forehead:
S.A.D aka STUPIDLY ANXIOUS DICKHEAD — LYMPHOCYTIC LOSER
(which I’ve suspected for a while now anyway)
And which to be honest I have no idea what to say about – too busy thinking about how absolutely impossible it will now be to have acquaintances, friends, lovers, girlfriends, partners, wives, children, cute little pet wombats – to actually worry myself about the ins and outs of this exciting new illness joining the ever growing ranks of illnesses partying in my mind and body as if they’re the Blues Brothers on PCP.
Och well. It’s all good.
It’s not like I wanted any of those things anyway, so frack it, may as well join the party!
…and once again…
#Bi, bi love…bi, bi sweet caress…hello emptiness…I feel like I could di-iee..bi bi, my life, goodbye#