Good fucking god, I'm warning you all now, if you're eating or are slightly squeamish DO NOT look at the following. I am neither and it made my face go funny in disgust. Chumlie and all round pus-whore Twenty Major sent it. Now I must put some of my pre-planned evening to one side while I search for something to make him sick, cute bunnies kissing on cuteoverload.com maybe.
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.