Julio Genao’s Reviews > Restraint > Status Update

<spoiler>“John considered pointing out that being forced to escape a Mayfair townhouse with nothing but four servants and a small fortune to sustain one bore little resemblance to being too sick with dysentery to leave Cairo, but he thought better of it and held his tongue.”</spoiler>

I needed that. I'm bawling like I've been orphaned, over here.

Wrack, and ruin, and despair.

I hate this fucking planet.

3 new POV's outta nowhere, in the last two pages. Dislike.

Also, the events described of late are upsetting. I feel a vicious anger towards... all sorts of things.

The disaster—it is coming; it is coming; it is here.

oh noes, the tears, they be fallin.

I just have one thing to say:

The fucking butler did it.

“John felt an antipathy toward the man that he could not honestly set to the account of his bad taste in waistcoats.”

As the drag queens say, "No tea, no shade."

O, fuck, a romantic shaving scene. Jesus, do I miss having a boyfriend.

“I had a dangerous tendency to carelessness, for what difference could it make whether I condemned myself to hell with a man of low character or a man of high character? So long as I called my own nature wicked, I could not tell the difference.”

Yes, fine, but, still, do they—do you always—is it so terr—do you have to be such a vicar about it, then?

Bible-wracked boys are so dull. STFU and suck it already, will you? You've got nearly 7 odd foot o'gorgeous pining to wrap himself around you like ivy, and you're ...ashamed? Da fuq is wrong with you, imbecile—suck it! Suck it, I say! Suck it this very instant!