Fan fucking -tastic. I'm stuck at home with a kidney-infection, have to take antibiotics for two weeks, my Berlin-trip that I was leaving on tomorrow is cancelled, coz... you know... I can't breathe without wincing in pain. Which makes drinking 'til dawn and training 'til my arms and legs fall off a liiiiittle difficult. In my twisted little mind, kidney-infection is Tent-boys fault (infection actually result of other infection that may have been caused by him having a gigantic penis and damaging my insides), so I sent him a text saying so, and that again resulted in a lengthy text-conversation that ended with him sending a text with nothing but the kissy-smiley.
It's like we jumped right back to beginning-flirting-tiptoeing around eachother-stage the minute we stopped having sex. Interesting.
I'm still in a hell of a lot of pain though, ice-pack is my friend.
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