Idle Nonsense
[Nothing remotely interesting happening at the moment and I've had about four hours sleep so this isn't going to make a lot of sense. Just a load of gibberish about Ian. At least I'm posting craziness on the internet and I'm not out hurting people.]
I hope there's a spare bed on the Vernon Davis Memorial Ward [© Elizabeth] as I do believe I'm going quite mad. Yesterday I had a vivid, technicolour dream about a CoV website, one that doesn't exist. How pathetic is that?
Dr Zhivago: OMG teh s*x. Hearing Ian say, "This man wants... you", triggered off such a powerful Iangasm I couldn't speak for a day. Well, maybe not, but you get the general idea.
You'd be so proud of me. After we watched a programme about the First World War, I casually suggested to the parents that, on a similar theme, we might watch 'All The King's Men'. They agreed and we were ten minutes into the show before they noticed IAN! Ha ha ha ha! I've won!! I realise I should really be ashamed about managing to sneak in some Ian worship under the pretext of being respectful about the war, but what does shame matter when there is such a man in the world?
I needed to take revenge for their cruel Ian mockery. I had the piddle taken out of me the other day for putting this picture on the desktop. 'Ha ha, it looks like a school photo'. Who could fail to love those dying embers of auburn in his hair, his perfect blue eyes, the withered-apple cheeks, those slight but sensuous lips?
I hope there's a spare bed on the Vernon Davis Memorial Ward [© Elizabeth] as I do believe I'm going quite mad. Yesterday I had a vivid, technicolour dream about a CoV website, one that doesn't exist. How pathetic is that?
Dr Zhivago: OMG teh s*x. Hearing Ian say, "This man wants... you", triggered off such a powerful Iangasm I couldn't speak for a day. Well, maybe not, but you get the general idea.
You'd be so proud of me. After we watched a programme about the First World War, I casually suggested to the parents that, on a similar theme, we might watch 'All The King's Men'. They agreed and we were ten minutes into the show before they noticed IAN! Ha ha ha ha! I've won!! I realise I should really be ashamed about managing to sneak in some Ian worship under the pretext of being respectful about the war, but what does shame matter when there is such a man in the world?
I needed to take revenge for their cruel Ian mockery. I had the piddle taken out of me the other day for putting this picture on the desktop. 'Ha ha, it looks like a school photo'. Who could fail to love those dying embers of auburn in his hair, his perfect blue eyes, the withered-apple cheeks, those slight but sensuous lips?