Right Now..

I am eating frozen yoghurt and listening to Azure Ray’s “New Resolution”. Its the end-of-the-business-year nervousness thats grinding my teeth or maybe the super-cooling of our air conditioning system. I don’t know and currently couldn’t be bothered by such banal details.Not when I am admiring a life size poster of Gale Harold tonguing a safety pin or something equally mundane and office like. Also contemplating the possiblity of having sex for money except I am too lazy to wax my legs(and other unmentionable parts) on a regular basis and though my usually stiletto clad feet will confirm otherwise, high heels are the enemy. Punters don’t look for torn-jeans-flannel-flaunting non-bleached language specialists, do they?In other un-newsworthy stories, I picked at Outlook Traveler’s issue about travel to Burma and Sri Lanka(till 12:30 am, mind you and if I am dedicating my wee hours to anything that doesn’t remotely qualify as chicklit or porn or chicklit porn then am deadly serious) and am exceptionally tempted to seek a hideaway till the appraisal months at work are over.
Food is bleh. Morning raga is almost over.
How are you feeling today?


From last week's messages:
"I committed gluttony and can now finally configure the dimensions of the seven deadly sins. The chocolate torte was so sinful, I am sure St Peter will never allow me entry through the pearly gates purely on that (de)merit. It was like food sex, except for the latter of that combination."

Vile, I tell you!