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'Ello Serps, and everyone else! Hope you all had a jolly day! Mine started off well, visiting a friend in Bristol, eating ice-cream, watching The Mighty Boosh, but afterwards I had the mother of all headaches, pretty sure everyone on the train was looking at me in concern since I was basically headdesking the whole way D= But then people were actually kind to me, on public transport! So that was a good thing.
 
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'Ello Serps, and everyone else! Hope you all had a jolly day! Mine started off well, visiting a friend in Bristol, eating ice-cream, watching The Might Boosh, but afterwards I had the mother of all headaches, pretty sure everyone on the train was looking at me in concern since I was basically headdesking the whole way D= But then people were actually kind to me, on public transport! So that was a good thing.

Hope you're better now
 
Isn't it strange how we still say "This is from the heart". Wasn't it Aristotle who decided that the chest was where thinking happened? I guess "This is from the prefrontal cortex" is a bit of a mouthful. Also probably the wrong bit of brain.

I'm seeing someone at 11:00 today. She's one of many hurdles I have to jump to get to something I want to do, and I'm superstitious enough to think that saying what it is will jinx it. Your positive thoughts would be appreciated :)
 
sneaks inside all stealthy and what-not

I'm ... just going to leave this here... what with it being the First of May and all...

First of May

I woke up this morning
I had a scone and a large house blend
And then a little conversation with my squirrel and chipmunk friends
I said I'm sick and tired of winter
And I wish that it was spring
And then a little fellow named Robin Redbreast
Began to sing

And he sang
Ooh ooh child, what'd you think the cold winter's gonna last forever?
Ooh ooh child, now's the time for all the people to get together
Outside

Cause it's the first of May, first of May
Outdoor fucking starts today
So bring your favorite lady
Or at least your favorite lay
The water's not cold baby dip in your big toe
Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto
Grass below you, sky above
Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called fucking outside

I thanked him for the information
I cried a little when he flew away
I watched an episode of The People's Court
And I tried to plan my day
I called up my old lady
She wasn't home so I called my girl
I asked her if she'd like to join me as I
Entertain the world

And I said
Ooh ooh child, I'll bring a blanket and I promise I will brush the ants off
Ooh ooh child, you're gonna like it when we're taking each other's pants off
Outside

Cause it's the first of May, first of May
Outdoor fucking starts today
So bring your favorite lady
Or at least your favorite lay
The water's not cold baby dip in your big toe
Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto
Grass below you, sky above
Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called fucking outside

So we went to the park together
We were walking in the midday sun
We met all kinds of people and we
We fucked everyone
We fucked a lady who sells ice cream
We fucked a man with a tan Shar Pei
Everyone who needed fucking well they
They got fucked today

So come on
Ooh ooh child, open your mind and your heart, feel the spirit moving through you
Ooh ooh child, you'll feel the warmth of the love when I stick it to you
Outside

Cause it's the first of May, first of May
Outdoor fucking starts today
So bring your favorite lady
Or at least your favorite lay
The water's not cold baby dip in your big toe
Maybe I'll see you in flagrante delicto
Grass below you, sky above
Celebrate spring with a crazy little thing called fucking outside​
 
I would be honoured to be considered in the same league as your world-beating sociopathy, my lady. I thank you for the compliment, however.

Storm's a-brewing in these here parts: how does the day find you?
 
Disappointing in all honesty. It's all grey and murky and bleh, and I was planning on spending most of it curled up in a cardigan that's too big for me, while I write stories and drink warm beverages.

After I do the ironing, and give my makeup drawer a thorough tidying up.
 
Oh, now there's an image. I love girls in oversized knitwear. Do tell me you'll be writing in a leather journal by a roaring fire.
 
Sadly not. Our fire is gas and I'm terrified to use it in case I do a Sylvia Plath. I do sometimes write in a little battered journal though.
 
Excellent :)

Just got back from the final session with - check this job title out - the Renal Psychologist at Royal Preston. Still a long way to go, but it seems I'm sane enough to be an organ donor :)

That's where my brother lives!

Wait... Are you donating a kidney?
 
I do hope the chances of your doing a Sylvia Plath would be extremely limited in any case, regardless of your access to gas fires. Well, never mind. One day we of this thread shall meet in an old pub somewhere to chat over everything and nothing, and at such a time perhaps I shall yet see you curled up by an inglenook, smelling faintly of woodsmoke.
 
Stout fellow indeed, Bert! That's a very fine thing indeed to have done/to be considering. You shall get your reward in Devon.

I donate blood, but at least that renews itself. I'm humbled.
 
I do hope the chances of your doing a Sylvia Plath would be extremely limited in any case, regardless of your access to gas fires. Well, never mind. One day we of this thread shall meet in an old pub somewhere to chat over everything and nothing, and at such a time perhaps I shall yet see you curled up by an inglenook, smelling faintly of woodsmoke.

makes an 'aww' noise

Oh Des, you're such a typical English gentleman. I missed you when you were absent from our wee thread.

And no, there's no chance of me performing an artistic representation of Miss Plath. I'm far too happy and full of life to be quashed by the negative nigglings of the human condition.

Besides. I only have another 19 days to wait until my Other Half makes the leap across the pond and sweeps me off my feet.

swoons
 
makes an 'aww' noise

Oh Des, you're such a typical English gentleman. I missed you when you were absent from our wee thread.

And no, there's no chance of me performing an artistic representation of Miss Plath. I'm far too happy and full of life to be quashed by the negative nigglings of the human condition.

Besides. I only have another 19 days to wait until my Other Half makes the leap across the pond and sweeps me off my feet.

swoons

I am delighted to know that your state of mind is far from Plathian. But your comments, though kind, flatter me in every respect, Ms. Serpentine. My gentlemanly exterior is merely a mask to cover up the seething desires beneath.

I trust it will not be remiss of me to join to your lively anticipation of this happy (re)union my own fainter echoes of felicity?
 
That's where my brother lives!

Wait... Are you donating a kidney?

He lives in the hospital or the town?

Yeah - the kidney is the plan, but there's a way to go yet. Next is to see if they're fit to give away :) could be interesting.

Also found this site last night, which the guitarists among us might find useful :)
 
Des, I'm always happy to spread felicity wherever I can. It's a rare occurrence, trust me, that I'm as jovial as this. I mean, as the day goes on inevitably there are little things that try and drag your mood down, but I'm trying not to let them get to me. They're beyond my control, and as such, shouldn't affect my happiness. I guess I just get a little somber when I see other's discomfort or pain or something.

And Bert, he lives just outside Preston actually. And don't give away both! You need at least one. It's pretty admirable what you're doing, I have to say. I'm an organ donor, in the event of my death. I'm donating the lot, it didn't go down well with my mother at all. She seemed most upset by my eyes being donated.

Anyway! It's lunchtime! What's everyone having? I'm contemplating pancakes, or noodles, once I'm done ironing.
 
Oh my God, my neighbours are having sex. And they're not quiet about it! I think she just came. Hard. Either that, or she's faking up a storm. God, when I hear them going at it I start to feel the many years as single. :(

I might be away for a while.
 
Oh my God, my neighbours are having sex. And they're not quiet about it! I think she just came. Hard. Either that, or she's faking up a storm. God, when I hear them going at it I start to feel the many years as single. :(

I might be away for a while.


Think yourself lucky - I can't even remember what sex sounds like :(

I asked my ex if she faked it and she said "No - I was really asleep."
 
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