All entries for October 2005
October 26, 2005
A Ė AREA CODE YOU ARE IN RIGHT NOW:
CV31. Yay for Leamington.
13th October. For those of you who forgot: you're asses, but I forgive you.
C- CURRENT CRUSH:
About 4 or 5, almost all innappropriate.
D- FAVOURITE DRINK:
Large Southern Comfort on the rocks (dash of lime optional) or a Gin, tonic, slice of lemon. 'nuff said.
E- LAST THING EATEN:
Vegi-burger and chips
F- FAVORITE FOOD:
Stir fried tofu with black bean sauce, or a vegi-roma pizza from domino's.
L- I LOVE:
Pseudo bohemian losers, my friends, reading stuff, and
M- FAVORITE MOVIE:
Wings of Desire's pretty awesome. Princess Bride would also come up there. American Beauty too. Finally I also love Brazil.
N- YOUR PHONE NUMBER:
Not that I think anyone would care enough to call it, but no.
O- OVER OR UNDER:
First one, then the other.
P- FAVORITE PERFUME/COLOGNE:
On the opposite sex: diesel.
On me? Sweat, for I be a manly man!
Q- ANY LITTLE QUIRKS ABOUT YOURSELF?:
I wear Hawaiian shirts non-ironically, I do plays mainly to get the cast hoodies/t-shirts, I was once knighted an honourary girl with a twig, whilst I was up a tree over the river Thames.
R- LAST ROAD TRIP:
Well I don't drive, so it'd have to be the London/Leamington journey.
S- DO YOU SMOKE?:
T- FAVORITE TV SHOW:
Favourite of all time remains Coupling. At the moment I am much enjoying Family Guy, Farscape, and Scrubs.
U- COLOR OF YOUR UNDERWEAR:
V- LAST TIME YOU WERE IN VEGAS:
Never been there sadly.
W- YOUR WISH:
No thanks. Well, maybe the dedication to actually achieve my goals, rather than keep wishing for them.
X- X-RAYS TAKEN THIS YEAR:
Only ever had the one, when I was 13.
Y- NAME THAT STARTS WITH A Y:
Alas poor Yorick. That's either an English geek reference, or a comic book reference. Take your pick.
Z- ZODIAC SIGN:
Libra. 'cos honestly I'm a balanced person.
October 20, 2005
Seriously, what's the deal with rimming anyway? Seriously.
If you wanted to taste what I ate yesterday,
You only had to ask.
If you think I could be cleaner,
Then, well, thatís a pretty easy task.
I mean: what are you, a cat?
To be honest the only worming
Iím comfortable with down there
Is the kind Iíd tell my doctor.
And itís not like I ever asked you for anal, is it?
Now you seem to quite enjoy it,
And I donít want to spoil your fun,
But that slippy-swirling sensation,
Of tongue lashing my rectal passage,
Lathering up my rear iris,
Feels more like diarrhoea than
Any kinky kind of act.
But, well, if you really have to
A little to the left please?
And can I at least double-fist you?