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Snuggly warm and cosy at home, as the fog-masked sun prepares to set on a very very cold Brit day. Didn't get above 2 deg here today (that's around 34-35 degF for you non-Europeans). Supposed to be getting warmer in a couple of days - I hope - got a long drive northwards on Saturday to visit the oldies - apparently I have christmas presents waiting to be opened!! And they get to meet Min. And 'no', they don't know about us - except my hostess for my winter holiday has come back with me to stay. Going to be interesting to put it mildly, especially as I know they're a wee bit homophobic. At 85 years old each, I don't think I'll be letting them in on the secret just yet. I don't want to induce heart attacks. But, apart from that, they are good people, and have always been welcoming to my friends.

Supper soon, then a cosy night in.

Vella-mia, hope the second day is more rivetting than the first, although a day of induction sounds about right. I worked somewhere where the induction lasted a week. It was dire.
 
Recovering from jet lag. Recovering from being sated... (wicked grins are allowed, but asking for details is just so tacky).

A recent encountered poem that I enjoyed:


I know the night no longer, the terrible anonymity of death
A fleet of stars moors in the haven of my heart
O Hesperos, sentinel, that you may shine by the side
Of a skyblue breeze on an island which dreams
Of me anouncing the dawn from its rocky heights
My twin eyes set you sailing embraced
With my true heart's star: I know the night no longer
I know the names no longer of a world which disavows me
I read seashells, leaves, and the stars clearly
My hatred is superfluous on the roads of the sky
Unless it is the dream which watches me again
As I walked by the sea of immortality in tears
O Hesperos, under the arc of your golden fire
I know the night no longer that is a night only.
 
SophiaY said:
Recovering from jet lag. Recovering from being sated... (wicked grins are allowed, but asking for details is just so tacky).

A recent encountered poem that I enjoyed:


I know the night no longer, the terrible anonymity of death
A fleet of stars moors in the haven of my heart
O Hesperos, sentinel, that you may shine by the side
Of a skyblue breeze on an island which dreams
Of me anouncing the dawn from its rocky heights
My twin eyes set you sailing embraced
With my true heart's star: I know the night no longer
I know the names no longer of a world which disavows me
I read seashells, leaves, and the stars clearly
My hatred is superfluous on the roads of the sky
Unless it is the dream which watches me again
As I walked by the sea of immortality in tears
O Hesperos, under the arc of your golden fire
I know the night no longer that is a night only.
Damn, I was going to ask for details....yes.....I'm tacky. :)
 
Mais aucun doute charmant en etant ainsi. Mais, Je n'embrasse jamais et baise.

(laughing at myself using my few poor bits of French slang)
 
SophiaY said:
Mais aucun doute charmant en etant ainsi. Mais, Je n'embrasse jamais et baise.

(laughing at myself using my few poor bits of French slang)


I love the French language...can't really speak a lick of it...but oh..my!!
 
SophiaY said:
Mais aucun doute charmant en etant ainsi. Mais, Je n'embrasse jamais et baise.

(laughing at myself using my few poor bits of French slang)
Did you just tell me to kiss your ass??
 
Samandiriel said:
Did you just tell me to kiss your ass??

Only if you really, really, really, want to.

(laughing - I'm in such a good mood)

Je n'embrasse jamais et baise -- rough street slang (at least that is what I remember from a long ago sweetheart) for not kissing and telling.
 
SophiaY said:
Only if you really, really, really, want to.

(laughing - I'm in such a good mood)

Je n'embrasse jamais et baise -- rough street slang (at least that is what I remember from a long ago sweetheart) for not kissing and telling.
Bare it. :cool:

I took spanish but I recognized a few words there...whew!
 
cheerful_deviant said:
Your pacemaker probablly just needs new batteries. :cathappy:

Or her vibrator.

Just give the starter pull a few strong tugs, darling. It will roar right back up.
 
Well, I started my first day as a PSO today. Wasn't going to do it after practicing cybersex to get a feel for it. Barfed me out. But then circumstances changed, as they often do, and I decided to do it. Dunno how I feel about it yet. Have started a blog to talk about it.
 
Yup. PSO = Phone Sex Operator. Someone who takes obscene phone calls for pay. First day wasn't so bad. Tired now, but maybe I will tell you guyz a little about it later on.
Ah, it's a great life--if you don't weaken.
 
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