2:40 p.m. - 2009-06-08
when only the best will do.
no touch made in love is ever bad thing.
2:39 p.m. - 2009-06-08
swirly twirl
gates opening.
12:36 p.m. - 2009-05-10
ankle biters
I love hearing children asking "why?"
What really grabs my heart are children asking "why not?"
8:45 p.m. - 2009-05-04
loops
Recently sent this to a completely incompatible profile on match.com:
"Do you keep a bowl of plastic fruit on your kitchen table?"
5:50 p.m. - 2009-05-01
itchy feet pt2
ahh.. the next invite arrived today - to chicago...
would be fun.
buuut... dedicated to life here for now.
9:54 a.m. - 2009-04-27
slack.
I know I piss them off. I am awfully slack at returning calls, meeting at agreed locations.
unreliable some would say.
impulsive is more a comfortable description.
lazy and selfish of peace and solitude.
those friends worth being in my world understand and accept.
as I do their peculiar foibles.
10:00 p.m. - 2009-04-24
r.i.p. hannah
Pick your fights.
The single most important piece of parenting advice I've ever received.
So your kids may not be living up to what you as parent expect or wish upon.
But not everything needs to be an issue.
Kids also need to hear 'yes' more often than 'no' for 'no' to maintain adequate power in the control maintenance section of parent - sprog action plan....
otherwise... pick your fights.
thank-you narelle loker.
9:33 a.m. - 2009-04-24
itchy feet.
travel is in the air.
an offer by my indian doctor to arrange for 'on ground' services all-over - "I'll take car of many things. We will arrange many things and look after you in india.".
how very humbling and gracious of him.
he has one the softest pair of hands and mildest manners i've encountered anywhere.
......
and earlier a possible opening to crew a yacht to mackay - oh bliss. perfect sailing weather at this of year - the trades have recently turned, clear glassy mornings, crisp light air warming in the afternoon, 10-15 knot off shore breeze.
turns out another crew member is a copper - that has dulled my enthusiasm somewhat.
maybe I am prejudiced.
.....
this morning an invitation to london.
what next I wonder.
8:59 p.m. - 2009-04-23
vegertertly
beans are good.
quietly confident vegetables - or - are they more correctly referred to as fruit?
soothing company to palette.
like corn is to teeth.
9:13 p.m. - 2009-04-21
driving rain of turd
Oh how i covet solitude and day-dreaming.
What a test of patience it is when my dream/mind/float/play time is interrupted by a monologue of inane drivel delivered in a monotone that causes my ear-drums to palpitate...
how is it some people are so damn insensitive to another's need for silence....
guess their need to be heard overshadows and blinkers them to other's.
9:34 p.m. - 2009-04-20
Broom Room.
I know she wants me.
We ride in her car. She drives.
We've been smoking. All afternoon she sits opposite me, legs spread open toward me, most often.
Now i sit passenger. Relaxed.
In short skirt which begins to ride high up my thighs.
I feel her gaze avert from the road toward me.
She passes the joint. I make a pretense of moving my body in order to accept.
She glimpses a flash of burgundy lace.
Her nipples have hardened. She now drives slower.
She looks at my form more often. I watch the road... one of us must.
I return the number and sit cross legged. My crotch now visible. I sit.
She gives back smoke and I sit upright.
Begin speaking. Talk of my horned readiness.
Rearrange my skirt.
Smoke spliff to butt.
Casually caress my breasts. Rest hands in groin.
Begin singing.
3:44 p.m. - 2009-04-14
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I have trouble navigating this site.
11:31 p.m. - 2009-04-13
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it's amazing how flexible the human heart can be.
in addition, it is amazing the number and type of stimulus the heart responds to.
a revisiting of a glorious tune fills me with wonder and possibility.
the lights turn on.
5:48 p.m. - 2009-03-18
drivetime
Whilst driving your car... do you like to play music?
Do you like to play it loud?
Many of us do...
There are also many in our universe who dislike loud music coming from cars..
My answer to those who do not like to hear music coming from cars...
"If you think it is too loud, you're not listening close enough."
hmmmm.
11:50 a.m. - 2009-01-30
TitsAndAll
well here we are in festive fantastic fucking wet central queensland.
have been occupying myself with - delusions of granduer - avoiding crazy ladies - whilst attempting to attract crazy lady - who owes money.. hey that could be a piece of poetry or song lyric.
moving house today... and it is pissing from great buckets in the sky...
oh dear lordy lordy lou.
i should be shifting house.. well would you call it shifting house if your were relocating - ahh yes... that is the correct description - I am relocating today... this afternoon.... to a new place... well not shiney shiney new.. like a bought one or any such rubbish... no no.. it is not NEW... yep.. it is a little USED.. or shall we dive into the pool of polite euphemism and say - PRE-LOVED... argh!!
no...
more internal conflict apropos the appropriate word for the occasion.... can something actually be described as PRE-LOVED if it is STILL loved?
see the dilemma? the labyrinth-i-ness of my quandary?
ahhh yes - I can see we share sensitivities ... others lack... i digress.......
and if something is PRE-LOVED - what was it? REVILED? FORGIVEN? SCRUTINISED? PUNISHED?
TICKLED?
WHAT WAS IT? Pre LOVED?
What is the precursor to LOVED?
DENIED?
MUSHY?
INJECTED?
DILUTED?
FORGOTTEN?
REMEMBERED?
yes - I think it might well be Remembered.
Remember your love.
3:37 p.m. - 2009-01-29
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met with Betty Bright - poor lass smashed her hip and thigh bones playing ping pong.
I will clean her bathroom, floors and kitchen.
next week.
tuesday.
6:51 a.m. - 2009-01-29
TittyToppers
Sent this to random user of match.com
Hi,
Did you ever receive that email from Christopher Skase?
Did you happen to save it?
I accidently deleted mine and now find I can't progress without it.
Could you forward me a copy of yours?
No need to include your reply.
Thanks.
6:05 a.m. - 2009-01-29
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9.00am
Meet with Betty Bright.
She is old.
She needs her bathroom and floors cleaned.
I think I will like her.
I think I like her already - I am bigoted towards her, purely because she is called Betty Bright.
B.B.
B.B. was one of my mother's pet names by my father when I was a growing lass.
I have a soft spot for iliteration, doubles and other multiples in names.
Must have something to do with rhythm .....and melody.
BitsForBoobs
9:36 p.m. - 2009-01-28
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I know she wants me.
She asks me to fit her for a bra. I offer several items for consideration.
She removes her clothing. Stands before me bare breasted. Her nipples slowly turn erect.
I enjoy the idea of caressing her breasts. Rolling her large nipples between my tongue and teeth.
And yet feel no compulsion to do so.
Later. By a client's pool she disrobes and changes into her swimsuit while I hose the paving.
I look. Expressionless. Not averting my gaze. Ignoring her suggestive body language.
I turn and bend over in my mini skirt. I feign indifference and ignorance. Deliberately exposing the moistened crotch of my underwear.
I know she looks. And wants.
I pretend not to notice. And walk away.
