Fraus, the best Chocolatry on Earth.
Wow. I'm in awe of the day of yester... a good awe that is to say, a very, very good awe. I pulled up in front of a building that was once in motion, then it stopped, and started once more - Bjork on my phonograph. Danielle emerged from the building that is Back in Motion, and joined Bjork and I.
I needed to send my mother her medicare card, as she's having a CT Scan tomorrow, she's having strange fits. So in order to send the card as swiftly as possible, Danielle and I sought out AustraliaPost... not knowing what we had unwillingly involved ourselves in.
It was approaching 2pm, when the Office of Post closes... so behind us the doors shut.
The fact that a shop has just recently closed seems to disgruntle some people, infact, all people- no matter of race.
It just so happened that an Asian gentle(or lack there of)man confronted the shut door and demanded to be let in. The store attendent replied sternly, "No, we are closed"... after a good 5 minutes standing at the door, kicking... and the store staff searching for a "security button"... a timely patron needed to be let out - and at that moment the Asian Ungentleman was let in.
When you forcefully enter a shop, after it has closed, and start demanding that you are a customer and must be served... do you really assume anything will come of it?
That, obviously, was an oversight of the Asian Ungentleman, whom was refused service. After Danielle and I had been served at another counter, and went to exit the shop, the attendent asked if I, the last male customer in the shop, would stay for security... so I did. The Asian Ungentleman left soon after, slamming the door open and disappearing into the crowd.
After that Danielle decidely chose some concotion of yoghurts, dried fruits and melons to consume. Small foods at Knox are expensive.
This day of course, the Day of Yester, was set aside so we could visit My German Wife. You cannot know anymore about her, except that she was somewhat difficult to find, my German speaking father was some assistance in finding her... because we, *cough*, I was rather disorrientated in my attempt to drive to her, my first time having walked. She was so close, and yet so hidden. Slavakian Weddings are funny.
We paid a visit to Smokedreams, on the way back from visiting my German Wife, my Frau... where's an umlout when you need one... and Danielle helped me pick out a circlular element for to surround my voice, and/ore a necklace with a very nice chain.
ü <--- oh there it is!
Grangers Point. A point of explanation, of questioning, of contemplating, of planning, and of bond building. Its my favourite place on Earth. When you make it there Tom, you will feel its power... it will embue you with all the gratitude we pass to it.
Danielle and I have discussed that underwear is good. Strangely enough, she says that a band of elastic should protude 1cm above the pants, covered by a t-shirt of course, but certain bodily actions might cause it to be revealed. I say that they should show more along the lines of 1inch. But i can't seem to find the line bordering "accidentally tasteful" and "purposefully prostitutional".
Its getting late, perhaps i should end the editting here?
Yes I think i will, sleep well my Frankensteins.
Love Ross
I needed to send my mother her medicare card, as she's having a CT Scan tomorrow, she's having strange fits. So in order to send the card as swiftly as possible, Danielle and I sought out AustraliaPost... not knowing what we had unwillingly involved ourselves in.
It was approaching 2pm, when the Office of Post closes... so behind us the doors shut.
The fact that a shop has just recently closed seems to disgruntle some people, infact, all people- no matter of race.
It just so happened that an Asian gentle(or lack there of)man confronted the shut door and demanded to be let in. The store attendent replied sternly, "No, we are closed"... after a good 5 minutes standing at the door, kicking... and the store staff searching for a "security button"... a timely patron needed to be let out - and at that moment the Asian Ungentleman was let in.
When you forcefully enter a shop, after it has closed, and start demanding that you are a customer and must be served... do you really assume anything will come of it?
That, obviously, was an oversight of the Asian Ungentleman, whom was refused service. After Danielle and I had been served at another counter, and went to exit the shop, the attendent asked if I, the last male customer in the shop, would stay for security... so I did. The Asian Ungentleman left soon after, slamming the door open and disappearing into the crowd.
After that Danielle decidely chose some concotion of yoghurts, dried fruits and melons to consume. Small foods at Knox are expensive.
This day of course, the Day of Yester, was set aside so we could visit My German Wife. You cannot know anymore about her, except that she was somewhat difficult to find, my German speaking father was some assistance in finding her... because we, *cough*, I was rather disorrientated in my attempt to drive to her, my first time having walked. She was so close, and yet so hidden. Slavakian Weddings are funny.
We paid a visit to Smokedreams, on the way back from visiting my German Wife, my Frau... where's an umlout when you need one... and Danielle helped me pick out a circlular element for to surround my voice, and/ore a necklace with a very nice chain.
ü <--- oh there it is!
Grangers Point. A point of explanation, of questioning, of contemplating, of planning, and of bond building. Its my favourite place on Earth. When you make it there Tom, you will feel its power... it will embue you with all the gratitude we pass to it.
Danielle and I have discussed that underwear is good. Strangely enough, she says that a band of elastic should protude 1cm above the pants, covered by a t-shirt of course, but certain bodily actions might cause it to be revealed. I say that they should show more along the lines of 1inch. But i can't seem to find the line bordering "accidentally tasteful" and "purposefully prostitutional".
Its getting late, perhaps i should end the editting here?
Yes I think i will, sleep well my Frankensteins.
Love Ross