Right now, just the kitchen spider and a ladybug...but I don't know where the ladybug went...

 

I want to be a part of the Steampunk subculture... I want to wear nice clothes and have a good sturdy cane so I can bonk mine enemies on the head. And a monocle.
Yeah, I'd be a Steamlord, and I'd find a Steamlady for myself, and we'd go to get-togethers, talk about the latest scandals in high society. Then afterwards I and the other men would go to the cigar room, smoke a fine smokable, sip brandy, and discuss such things as Dr. Stanley's disappearance, or Professor Blathers' latest findings on the Luminiferous Aether. Maybe we'd tinker on some silly mechanical device that'd blow up and blacken our faces ...

Then my Steamlady and I would retire to our bedchamber, and we'd "push our beds together" if you get my meaning.

Yeah.... That's what I want...

 

I wish i was still asleep. I hate when my fiance is on call, that he refuses to sleep in the spare room; phone goes off and i get woken too, at daft hours

 

It is so late! Man, I am really going to suffer for this tomorrow.

 

It's nice how sleep puts so much distance between me and whatever problems I had before falling out.

And, breakfast time!

 

As I once said to Barbera Streisand, what's the point of having a nose that big if you dont jam a banana up it now and again.

 

They call themselves "Travellers" but some of those caravans haven't even got wheels...

 

Politics: California zigs while the rest of the nation zags. So what's new?

 

Some cooking directions:

4. Pour vegetable oil into a deep skillet until it is 1/2" deep. Heat until 375 degrees.
5. Fry balls until brown and crisp (about 3 minutes).
6. Drain and serve.

 

PONGO!!!

 

Why do clocks run clockwise?

 

Because there isn't a clockfoolish? I don't know...I give up.

 

Another little piece of me died last night

Last night I looked across at the very cute post orgasmic woman lying next to me ... she looked back at me with a smile. I looked in to her eyes... they were blue not brown, her long brown hair wasn't auburn, her smile wasn't yours... she was a trespasser in our bed.

She saw me welling up and confused my emotion for something else.

I knew then I couldn't give her what she wanted, my heart was still with my wild crazy sexy babe - the true love of my life.

I was crying deep inside and another piece of me died.

But I learnt another lesson and understood a little bit more about myself.

To my girl I am so sorry for what happened. I still love you and always will.

xxx

 

I have the best friends ever.

 

Thanksgiving arrives on her trail bike, and I open a can of PONGO, pour the contents in the electric skillet, and slowly sautee the contents in a little Virgin Olive Oil.:rose:

 

just want to tell something.

 

Wish people i don't know and who don't even have the common decency to say hello to me, would stop sending me friend requests!

 

I forgot my morning bottle of water at home and I'm dying of thirst.

 

Has only got tickets to see bon jovi in an open air concert...wooohoooooo.... sorry a tad excited.:excited:

 

as you should be......