a quickie

have you read the news? fantastic, tell me I won't even be able to trip around Bangkok and Chiang Mai now


30 seconds after getting into the car:
"You asked your parents if I could speak English"
(burst of laughter from me. I miss being a kid)
30 minutes later:
"Sadist"
(all I did was to play with the meat on the barbeque and mutter 'sizzle'. I swear.)
1.5 hours later:
"You used to bathe in the big basin in TR"
(up until I was ten maybe. the things people remember)


I found a recipe for almond croissants. It sounds promising, like the ones I had in QV. It involves sugar, butter, almonds, egg, and rum. Yo ho ho and a bottle full of rum! Oh and croissant of course. Tomorrow tomorrow..


Why the fuck is it this cold in late November? A bit of heat, please? thanksloveyoubye


I hate packing up a life. Grumpy. I'm starting to feel KL mode creeping into me. I can't write that way and I certainly can't find the center in that mode. The fatwas don't help either. Screech. I want ink. Or something else with three letters. Let's run through the list: pot, sex,
my brain stops there. Dammit. I need an electric choker that zaps me everytime I think dirty thoughts. Then again, I might get used to that. Oh behave! Rambling.
bye!