Archive | July, 2010


23 Jul

Fortune Kooky

22 Jul

People with limited imaginations suffer less.

They have fewer options to consider.

~Me to the Boy as he dropped me home after watching Inception.

(We’re going again tonight, weather permitting. Imax this time.)

Goodbye Gorgeous

20 Jul

So if this is true, I have five days left to enjoy the peak of my beauty.

Oh well. Good thing I’m not vain, remember?

Ladies, at what age did you feel most attractive?


17 Jul

I recognize

this choking sensation

from the last time she

snuck up on me,

fingers lingering

in caress,

grasping in


clasping, tightening, crush-until-you-


You still your senses,

then struggle to heave,

break free, fling away,

drag knees like leper beggar,

clamber inner walls of

moss-lined minds

and dis-engorge your spleen;

but don’t look back

oh don’t look back,

she’s waiting hungrily still.

Sadness, feline predator,

she’s a right jail warden bitch.

To the Person…

13 Jul

…who landed here by asking this:

Did you get an answer?

Just curious. :mrgreen:


And to the one who thinks

It may help to know that we are many things (including clever at avoiding proper posts), but tacky is not one of ’em.

Nylon *shudder*

Thank you and good night. 🙂


9 Jul

[Credits: OJ and her Canon PowerShot SX120 IS.]

You are the Light

And the Rock

Capped with the gentleness of doves

And infinitely more beautiful.

Happy 64th, you saint among men.


6 Jul

It’s a mighty good thing there’s only one navel to gaze at. Self-absorbed and squint may be a bit much for even me.

It Takes Two

1 Jul

Happy 2nd, bloggy-woggy.

Here’s to the terrible twos!

Oh, and let’s have some good ol’ Brit fanfare this time around, shall we, since your nasty mamma’s doing no cake or sparklers and honks on about work deadlines instead.

[Credits: OJ and her Canon PowerShot SX120 IS.]

Time to start a college fund, you think? Sigh.Back to earning bread I go.

You guys have a good time, though. It may be slim pickings in the food department, but these chaps above, they’re playing MJ to a marching beat. Boom-diddy-boom!