to be allowed to build anything i damd well please, as long as its far enough away from everyone else to not make problems for them, and then to be able to look out my window, and watch narrow gauge trains winding their way through the forest. little narrow gauge multiple unit passenger trains stopping somewhere within a half mile walk. of course i'd like food, transportation, shelter and tools to make things with to all be free, but for right now, i'd just like to be able to look out my window and be surrounded by forest or gardens instead of cars and pavement. i also i think crave the idea of home. there's never been one particular place in my real life, no i wasn't an orphan, but my parents never actually owned and neither have i, and it isn't even about owning, but the idea of place, that is your default place, a place that is always there, that you start out from and come back to. i mean i pay my rent, i have a place, but it isn't really mine, i'm just allowed to live there as long as i pay my pound of flesh. i know that's as much 'home' as most people have, maybe as much as many even want, but i'd love to have a place i could remodel, add on, build new, make things more then just tiny models, or pictures of the ideas i have for them in the computer. a tiny tiny cabin, with a garden, and look out the window and see trees and trains instead of cars and streets.
Pringles! Yet I have NO idea why as I haven't eaten a Pringle for YEARS... ...maybe that's why suddenly,I really fancy a pack...???
Now,THERE,displayed in it's full glory,is the reason they pesky womenfolk rule the world! Marmite flavoured Pringles! How can a mere lady of the female variety,have such genius-and combine it with effortless grace AND beauty???
Consider yourself dismissed,young lady! ....Well...unless you know to arouse a chap's...errm...'interest'...
Yes...now tell a chap you REALLY need to ask,Honeybear! Strangely-but truly-a couple of chaps were having dinner last night,when this very subject came up! ...all one can say is-one's attention wandered...
It's the fault of these dashed Denim jeans,m'dear. P'on glancing through the pics of glory,one has a rigidity lesser persons may mistake as a telegraph post! GRRRRR!
Sorry...one has now whacked the blighters with riding crop...tension now officially eased. Dash it...one thinks it best if one buggers orff,m'dear. Unfortunately,one is UTTER TOSH at attempting to appear 'normal'...or,as the lesser gifted say 'everyday....' Stay beautiful...xxxxxx (not a difficult task for a lady of such sublime beauty)
Huh! S'alright for YOU,innit...but one is unfortunately utterly puerile in one's attempts to ease one's throbbing,pulsating member,PLUS utterly shit at remembering which END one is supposed to whack! ....why else would one walk in this fashion? SURELY it's obvious that one missed, the first few times?? ''Ode to joy'' was NOT one's primary nor immediate sentiment!!!