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!

like, seriously?

So erstwhile f-buddy and nominal friend (oversimplification but you already know the complicated details), S called. He managed to lock himself out of his flat and wanted to know if he could stay with me in case the locksmith couldn't come until the next morning.

I'm on auto answer when people ask for help (unfortunately) so 'sure' is my verbal response

Luckily, the locksmith pulls through (yay, nameless locksmith!) and S doesn't have to spend the night with me.

But seriously, was there no one else he could call?

Men