I never met a man I looked at and thought “I have such a huge, aching love for you inside me that the only way possible to illustrate the strength of that is to have your baby. I want your baby, I love you that much.” Which is kind of how I imagined you would know you were […]
My life has been, periodically, like a telenovela. **sigh*
I can barely get my own sh*t organised. Take for example, yesterday. My first day back to work. Understand that I had been on holiday since the 23rd December, I had also had a whole week back in Barcelona before I had my first class, which did not start until 2pm, TWO PM IN THE […]
I like to sleep. This is a valid reason. I like to sleep a lot. And lie in at the weekend. And go out until the wee small hours with no military operation and added expense of organising sitters/overnight carers/surrogate mothers (or fathers. No sexism here). I like siestas when I’ve got a couple of hours […]
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last post and these are my sins…. I’m quite sure that not writing anything for this long is a mortal sin, but I need to look it up on Catholics.com (pretty much the exact name of the site I got the […]
I was excited to hear he was a David Bowie fan. Finally something we had in common we could chat about…. an hour had passed in which I had heard that the ‘actor’ didn’t accept acting work because it’s basically ‘whoring yourself’, that he ‘liked his own (one block) circle’, hadn’t been in anything I […]
Wow! Ain’t nothing makes you feel a million dollars, like an ex-almost-lover from some years ago, getting in touch out of the blue to suss out the sex sitch. Amaright!? *offers hands up for a double high-five*. I’m right, aren’t I? Yeeeeaaah, not so much. I know I’ve been oozing positive vibes an’ all that, […]
It’s ‘remember you’re on your own’ month. F*ck*ng marvellous…………
OR: The lengths men will go to (eerr herm) These days it appears that sending a photograph of your penis by mobile, to a woman you’re trying to woo, is more than common place (if you are a man of course, and have one to photograph). And that if, as a single woman, you don’t […]
you wouldn’t believe it, but this crazed dog, chasing a chicken (a CHICKEN, weird I know, where the hell did a chicken come from in the middle of Barcelona), crashed through the middle of the dance, knocking over several people in the middle of a passionate tango and one woman fell backwards into some drapes […]
The Secret Diary of Anne Pank 