That sucks Darling, I don't suppose some a couple of gin and tonics might help? I had a few of those last night and I slept/passed out most deeply. That said, I"m feeling less than dapper this morning, so perhaps not.
I'm a bouncy, opinionated, messy haired marathon running (!) bibliophile. I wear high heels and have delightful ankles. I'm a devoted drinker. I want a French Bulldog puppy whom I shall call Batman and dress in capes on occasion.
I would also like a pug, whom I shall name Mister Woo. He can remain capeless, but I will make sure he wears a diamante collar at all times.
Both dogs will submit to repeated snorgling and high pitched squeals that only a dolphin would normally tolerate.
I hate Reiki/psychics/mystics/frauds with all my liver. Also, I'm firmly against Jazz and poetry/poems/pomes/ peoms or any of that stuff. I believe in the healing power of ginger.
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Can he be for real though?
Maybe he's just playing the system to get famous for nothing other than people knowing who he is. A la Paris Hilton.
I cant figure this one out: reason-consuming tumorous ego; or the cynical machinations of an already cynical culture?
Either way, his chinchilla and t-shirt combo is creepy, somehow.
Yur just jealous becwwause hess a suptherstar. And yur Britissssh!
God, I hope he doesn't ask to see my work permit.
Ask? No mon cheré, demand! Gotta go, the godfather 2 is on. XX
Can't sleep, mammycat.
I know you know something of the not sleeping crew.
Hell's dental retainers, what's a gal to do?
That sucks Darling, I don't suppose some a couple of gin and tonics might help? I had a few of those last night and I slept/passed out most deeply.
That said, I"m feeling less than dapper this morning, so perhaps not.
He's like an American Maroon.
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