Bitter Almonds

That last post did not happen. I am sure it was written by the me in a parallel universe where being mushy and sentimental is actually a non-stereotypical thing, and I am sure he was just trying to break away from conformity by somehow getting hold of my passwords and hacking into my account and writing a horrible girly diary entry. He was just having fun. That makes sense. It’s consoling to know that my parallel universe counterpart is being awesome.

One more thing: don’t call me Prunus, you.

And you, stop the flattery.

Same goes for you.

And you.