Hjartað Stoppar

The heart stops.
What a week!
Events are escalading. First, the potential job abroad. This afternoon, one of the two culprits springs from his guilty past and I'm supposed to have some kind of explanation with him over the phone tonight and he mentionned not wanting to lose my 'friendship'. And tonight, I get a call from my sex-beast from down under who even got me to show my dick to him on my webcam. A first for me! And South Africa's just legalised gay weddings... I'm feeling euphoric tonight. I asked him to bring me back a cheetah. Those animals are so elegant, graceful, noble, mysterious, posh... in one word: feline. Everything's going at a whirlwind's pace and despite my not liking it here, I'm sort of ecstatic. Eerie feeling I haven't felt for yonks. Perhaps I'll get a stuffed cheetah? If YOU read this, then you'll know what I'm talking about and, yes, of course, it is a direct coded message to you. But are you reading it, huh?