Good evening =)
Today has been great day, not only is it lovely and warm, but after taking a pair of sissors to my hair, i now feel new and shiney :) and my head feels alot lighter! and yes, i have a big fringe once more. i lopped many many inches off! :S
This week is to be my first week box officeing and leading lovely people to lovely seats with lots of 34a 57b 34a 342a 84a 94a 23a 33f 45g 37f going though my head, yay to seat numbers! my first performce ive been assigned to is actually 3 hours on (SEX!) shhh! in 60's liverpool. and apparently its a popular one! i just hope its not to raunchy otherwise i will NOT be able to stop giggling through awkwardness, and it would be incredably awkward talking to people who have actually paid for it with the intention of really spicing up their play watching! im really looking forward to it though.
So today i was thinking about what i would like to do the most this year. and guess what i came up with? BELY DANCING! for some reason i have always wanted to do this, and NO not to seduce Simon Cowel and be very in your face sexy. Because lets face it, id never be able to keep a straight face whilst 'trying' to be seducive. i casually mentioned this desire to someone, and they looked at me like i had just said i would like to become a lapdancer. needless to say, i wll not broach the subject with them again!
however i have decided that this is very much what i would like to do. i dont know of anywhere in the town to learn, but some of the old ladies from the cafe i used to run asked me to go belly dancing with them in the village once, so i think i will be rolling my hips (or body or whatever it is you do!) with the elderly =) oh yes, one of the ladies is 88! excelent! apparently their husbands come along to watch :) nice. the rest of them sit at home and watch from the warmth of the living rooms and "have a bit of a giggle at the girls".
it should be ok, they are lovely ladies. and after having a big sex talk at the cafe i alreay seem to know about their bedroom lives, so shaking my thing with them couldnt be too awkward!
but just incase, if anyone knows of anywhere else to do it please tell me =)
you never know, maybe this will indeed up my ''sexy'' factor.
Well todays post has been quite ''sexy!'' my mum has started saying sexy. which is awful enough in its self. but she uses it at the wrong times! for instance she said to a sofa sales person that the sofa was really sexy. it was a sofa! i think she is using it instea of ''tempting''. im too busy feeling weird about it all to correct her though!
11.29.2010
11.27.2010
Snowy Starts and Furry Dreams.
Hello =)
So, I have made a blog!
whoopdy whoo! That’s some pretty exciting stuff there!
Well, it kind of is to me! I now have a wonderful (and quite pretty) space to ramble about bits and pieces, and get very caught up in strange worlds where worms are indeed a highly conversational subject.
So here it is, the door to the inner workings of my mind. I hope you enjoy your visit, and if not, at least you will get an invigorated appreciation for your own mind!
I’m not the best at writing, it’s generally pretty disjointed and therefore difficult to understand, but that’s just because my brain seems to work tenfold before I’ve even worked out how to form the first sentence. so if you try to imagine and fill in gaps or something, maybe you will have some luck, or just end up with a very very odd conversation depending on how logical your fillings in are.
Yesterday came the first of the winter snows, I thought maybe there were just funny spots in my eyes, like massive amounts of eyelash dandruff, but no, it was definitely snow. Lovely big soft flaky snow. I think I have already fallen in love with this winter. Snow brings so much promise and the expectancy of some wonderful winter moments. I realise there will be no reindeer grazing the lawn or people walking down the street in full furs. Sometimes I wish England could revert to being Alaskan for just a few months, we could all eat whale fat and have furry gloves like bear paws. Hugging each other would be like a dream come true. I think this will be my wish for this winter. I hope you all have similar ambitions to become furry monsters. Maybe the Beast of Bodmin is really just a wonderfully warm man in Eskimo furs, but he grew too big and they shrunk in the cold and he realised that he could no longer get them off, and ran away in shame. I wonder if after all this time his skin has become one with the animal skins he wears?
I realise the Bodmin Beast is meant to be black, not husky but it’s a nice ponder, maybe there is a man like this somewhere out there. If so, I would like very much to befriend him.
So, I have made a blog!
whoopdy whoo! That’s some pretty exciting stuff there!
Well, it kind of is to me! I now have a wonderful (and quite pretty) space to ramble about bits and pieces, and get very caught up in strange worlds where worms are indeed a highly conversational subject.
So here it is, the door to the inner workings of my mind. I hope you enjoy your visit, and if not, at least you will get an invigorated appreciation for your own mind!
I’m not the best at writing, it’s generally pretty disjointed and therefore difficult to understand, but that’s just because my brain seems to work tenfold before I’ve even worked out how to form the first sentence. so if you try to imagine and fill in gaps or something, maybe you will have some luck, or just end up with a very very odd conversation depending on how logical your fillings in are.
Yesterday came the first of the winter snows, I thought maybe there were just funny spots in my eyes, like massive amounts of eyelash dandruff, but no, it was definitely snow. Lovely big soft flaky snow. I think I have already fallen in love with this winter. Snow brings so much promise and the expectancy of some wonderful winter moments. I realise there will be no reindeer grazing the lawn or people walking down the street in full furs. Sometimes I wish England could revert to being Alaskan for just a few months, we could all eat whale fat and have furry gloves like bear paws. Hugging each other would be like a dream come true. I think this will be my wish for this winter. I hope you all have similar ambitions to become furry monsters. Maybe the Beast of Bodmin is really just a wonderfully warm man in Eskimo furs, but he grew too big and they shrunk in the cold and he realised that he could no longer get them off, and ran away in shame. I wonder if after all this time his skin has become one with the animal skins he wears?
I realise the Bodmin Beast is meant to be black, not husky but it’s a nice ponder, maybe there is a man like this somewhere out there. If so, I would like very much to befriend him.
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