: : box of delights : :
♦ I feel boxed in. That be would be on account of all the boxes! Confession time. I'd hoped that upon my return, all my gear woulda' been carefully packed by the transit fairies. Alas, it were not to be as my goods & chattels of exquisite yet freaky taste lay strewn about while I look for any excuse not to get crackin'. Annoyin' folk on LJ seems like a plan! Josh says I'm addicted to procrastination... ::scratches head::
Well that ain't true! Sure I like most shellfish; lobsters, crabs, Morton Bay Bugs ::salivates:: but oysters make me turn green at the gills. There's a bloody good reason they're so craptacularly hard to shuck - frankly, you may as well eat snot. Don't know why I'm fixated on food of late, just must be the season I guess. ::scoffs bowl of cherries::
Me & my clan farewelled my girlfriend at the airport this mornin' & many tears were shed. Mostly by my mom, which is kinda' disturbin' 'cuz she didn't weep none when I left! ::jealousish:: Honey's gone home for the holidays but if she ain't in L.A. by New Year's, I'm filin' for divorce. Hee, her own mother would likely turn cartwheels in such an event!
Psst! Don't let on folks but I snuck a black label present for her brother Pieter, into her luggage which he's guaranteed to savor. Porn ain't just for life, it's for Chrismukkah! ::1 sick puppy::