Sad that I missed all the excitement on NYE. We got back home just in time to celebrate at JFK - in the ever romantic setting of baggage claim.
I don't know what's going on, and I'm too over this pairing to speculate. Fan wise, I've been ridden hard and put away wet. I's is done. I will await picture proof (get on it townbycycle!).
In lieu of picture proof, I will also accept a second series of tweets complaining about him banging EO up against a door. That neighbor is probably spitting nails if she's back in town: 'Honey, the door fucker is back - get the ear plugs out. And the binoculars.'
Happy New Year, everyone!