Saturday, 28 July 2012

All Out Of Time, All Into Space

Natalie and I are running for it. Fuck Kari. She can rot here for all I care. Looking for her fucking Bleakley.

She talked me around last night. I've been kinda scared to move, but she's right. We can't die here. We've made it too far. We're packing now.

We need to be out of here as soon as we can.


  1. Why would you announce to the world that you're leaving? If anyone's watching this blog and knows where you're staying, they'll be on your ass in minutes.

    Damn it, Peter. Update as soon as you can.

    - Art

  2. Hah.


    You Might As Well Be Crawling.