Knicker shorts and hot pants

Retail world, stop trying to convince me that knicker shorts and hot pants are awesome and that I should by them. They're not, and I won't. They look stupid and uncomfortable. It takes a person with a certain type of body to be able to pull off knicker shorts. Specifically, someone with killer legs and killer ass with minimal thigh jelly. I can accept that I am not that person, please accept that too and stop bombarding me with adds and photos of knicker shorts and hot pants.

andrea's poem

I wrote Andrea a poem, since she's getting married and I don't know what else to get her. I hope she likes poetry. Searching for a wedding poem? pah! that's not how we do it, we make fools of ourselves by writing bad poetry because we love our cousin very much.

Dinner with friends

Dinner this evening was so wonderful. It followed a wonderful warm and sunny day. It pushed aside my dark background for awhile. so I made prawn curry which turned out to be really spicy. and I made my own roti prata! which wasn't as good as the real thing obviously, but it was comforting. We had mango and watercress salad, with mint and cashews thrown in too. I didn't have any of that in the end, but every one else liked it so that was good. It became apparent that I shall remain behind some glass walls when it comes to others for a while. It hurts a little less now, but I do feel that hole there still. well maybe this hole will grow smaller. We had some really animated conversation, and it was good to connect on so many things. I think I needed this, this female bonding. And upon having it, it was a warm, loving and safe embrace. I might just be really high from my chocolate nemesis cake though. it was such a good cake, everyone stopped talking so they could eat it. it's because I have awesome skills at following cooking instructions. tonight was a good loving night. All I want is to be well loved. that and a job.