You know, writing can be a pain in the behind. I'm getting a little depressed over the fic I'm working on now. The worst part is there's really no one around to discuss it with. My mum noticed I was a bit down and wanted to know why. How am I supposed to tell her, "Well, I'm upset because the only muse who'll talk to me seems to be Totti's and he insists on hiding from his feelings and pretending he doesn't care." I can see the raised eyebrows and the reaching for the valium even now.
I have a guilty little secret, every time I see Totti in his Roma shirt I like him a little more. Granted that doesn't add up to much liking 'cuz he's still a place stealing, Trap bum kissing, inconsistent brat. But I'm still ashamed to admit it.

I have a guilty little secret, every time I see Totti in his Roma shirt I like him a little more. Granted that doesn't add up to much liking 'cuz he's still a place stealing, Trap bum kissing, inconsistent brat. But I'm still ashamed to admit it.
