I remember now, what to blog about.
Thanks for the support in the interim.
Love works, relationships work, when the people involved have the same level of comfortableness sexually.
Thoughts like these are the ones I used to blog, the ones I like to blog. Random thoughts that didn't go anywhere else. Days awash with emotion that warrant an audience, a bored audience that enjoys peering into my life. I could write anything, provided it's written poetically.
Things I want at the moment.
You around.
A trip to Canada.
A trip to Canberra.
A trip to Japan.
A new pair of shoes to wear with my new skirt and tops.
Daniel Jackson as a husband.
My best friend back. Any of the four that have recently, and not so recently left my life.
Time for books, and interest again.
Alcohol.
The ability to cook.
Guts.
Weight loss.
A degree, or at least the start of a degree, and also the money to complete a degree.
A job with security.
A job that takes no less than, and no more than four days a week.
A new journal.
My psychologist back, but only if it's free.
A savings scheme.
A decent bra, or two, that are not too tight.
A sense of uniformity, continuity, universal oneness, ascension, adventure, and momentum.
Companionship.
Better grammar, spelling and historical knowledge.
The chance to fight for my life, or that of another.
Fear. Real fear.
A working jaw.
More hours in the day spent physically active.
A father that doesn't phone so often.
A mother that lives closer.
The ability to move matter with my mind.
A loyal pet. A soft pet. A low-maintenance pet.
A mask, dreadlocks, sandals, a flowing skirt, and a cool stream.
More art.
The eye of Ra.
A teleporter, a private jet, or one billion frequent flyer points.
A lost treasure, a hand device and naqueda in my blood.
Bullet proof skin.
My brothers much, much closer.
You around.
We all have our vices.
...ten points for guessing the exact episode I was watching while writing this.
...five for the name of show.
That's all for the moment.
Thanks for the support in the interim.
Love works, relationships work, when the people involved have the same level of comfortableness sexually.
Thoughts like these are the ones I used to blog, the ones I like to blog. Random thoughts that didn't go anywhere else. Days awash with emotion that warrant an audience, a bored audience that enjoys peering into my life. I could write anything, provided it's written poetically.
Things I want at the moment.
You around.
A trip to Canada.
A trip to Canberra.
A trip to Japan.
A new pair of shoes to wear with my new skirt and tops.
Daniel Jackson as a husband.
My best friend back. Any of the four that have recently, and not so recently left my life.
Time for books, and interest again.
Alcohol.
The ability to cook.
Guts.
Weight loss.
A degree, or at least the start of a degree, and also the money to complete a degree.
A job with security.
A job that takes no less than, and no more than four days a week.
A new journal.
My psychologist back, but only if it's free.
A savings scheme.
A decent bra, or two, that are not too tight.
A sense of uniformity, continuity, universal oneness, ascension, adventure, and momentum.
Companionship.
Better grammar, spelling and historical knowledge.
The chance to fight for my life, or that of another.
Fear. Real fear.
A working jaw.
More hours in the day spent physically active.
A father that doesn't phone so often.
A mother that lives closer.
The ability to move matter with my mind.
A loyal pet. A soft pet. A low-maintenance pet.
A mask, dreadlocks, sandals, a flowing skirt, and a cool stream.
More art.
The eye of Ra.
A teleporter, a private jet, or one billion frequent flyer points.
A lost treasure, a hand device and naqueda in my blood.
Bullet proof skin.
My brothers much, much closer.
You around.
We all have our vices.
...ten points for guessing the exact episode I was watching while writing this.
...five for the name of show.
That's all for the moment.
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Stargate and I will get back to you on which one
BTW I am doing all of your prefered destinations this year, now that I can travel again
Happy New Year to you pretty girl
oh and whats wrong with your jaw and why do you want real fear (I could help you out with this if you would like, I know some people that know some people
oh and not only can I move matter with my mind, I can move living matter with my mind, yep every time I even think about making a move on a chick lately, she gets up and fucks off or tells me too, it's spooky I tells ya.
I love that line, I intend to use it some time and pretend it's mine and the best you can hope for is copyright royalties in the form of a cheque, although I wouldn't hold your breath, still it may happen that you will catch me in a moment of weakness