My sink runneth over...

Now seems like a good time to write a long post... National Lampoon's European Vacation is coming on in a moment, and it is a good flick to have as background sound. It will also provide me with suggestions of activities to do in Europe once I'm over there, although I best attempt my own Bavarian slap dancing moves.

Things are getting deeper with my man over in London. When you open up the mail and a 3-CD box set of John Denver greets you... then you know that it's serious. Because the lyrics of JD are not for the faint hearted. (actually, they are... but when your heart is open to all kinds of suggestion, JD is probably only trumped by Karen Carpenter.)

"Let me drown in your laughter...
let me die in your arms...
let me lay down beside you...
let me always be with you...
come, let me love you...
come, love me again..."

OK... so perhaps the commas were a little misplaced... but surely you get the drift?
I don't really know what a real relationship is like, because I've never been in one. But this is as close as I've come, and I truly want to give it my whole. And, to be totally honest, SFL gives me a godamn hard-on practically every time I talk to him. And sometimes so totally inappropriately that it leaves me truly wondering where my brain is in all this. (No, I won't be taking pictures like that guy in that other blog that I only visit for the articles...)

Not that I am totally into sex and all that. Well, err, I think about that stuff a bit... but the experience of SFL has brought some new terms into my life that send tingles down my spine. Words like 'feltching'... licking in... err... inappropriate places. Not that he's into all that stuff. Christ, I'm screwing this up. Sigh...

Recently at work, I overheard some friends discussing ages of people they would deem appropriate to form a relationship with. Largely, anyone lying within 6 years, give or take, would be OK. Apparently anything further gets disgusting. SFL is not is such a bracket... SFL is a little older than me. I've usually been attracted to guys a little older than myself... more mature... more clean cut and manly. They'd know how to fix a broken sink. I don't. I won't cordone myself off, but it is something to consider. But I am going to need someone should I ever come across a dripping sink... ;o)

So... I did have my hair cut a few days ago. Not that short... because, as I'm told everyday now, I'm perfect and don't need to change. Despite this, I also had my hair blondened a few days afterward. Now I can use words like 'blondened' without a second thought... which I don't seem to have anymore now that I am blonde. :o)

"WJ writing to SFL as a blonde"

I don't do this sort of thing very often, which is why I took it upon myself to make the effort. I was sure that SFL would like it, anyway. He did mention that if I got to the airport as a blonde, the airport security couldn't stop him from jumping my bones. I think I better buy myself a taser gun before I get over there... :o)

(Sigh... I'm finishing up now... the Bavarian slap dancing scene is on. If you have the flick on DVD, then you'd know how long a post takes me to write. I guess I am typing a little slower now that my hair pigmentation has altered. God, that word has so many, like, letters. :o)

William John.

Aroused by envy...

Myke once wrote
... 'I'm immensely jealous of your ipod mini' ...

I wonder if this upgrades you to envy status...? ;o)

William John.
PS. Am trying to pull a study all-nighter.
These short breaks keep me amused. :o)

My waning creativity...

For the last two days there have been movies on the telly where Robin Williams plays some kind of twisted guy... and god does he does it well. Good on him for doing these roles. If I had any ability to critique, right about here is where I'd write some interesting, supporting comment. I can just imagine it... they were rich artistic performances, full of nuance...

OK... so I just ripped off the example sentence from dictionary.com's definition of nuance. But I knew of the word before I looked it up. Sigh... do I get no credit? Besides, I only really switched on the TV with an hour left to each movie... aargh... never mind...

I was walking through the shops today and actually remembered to buy coke and, separately, raspberry flavored drink, so that I can mix them. One quart raspberry and three quarts coke. Do you see how creative I am? Ooooh... it's oozing out of me. I should write a book of two-component mixes. I've got a few. Say... coke and orange drink... or coke and coke... aaargh... I've reached my limits now. Sigh... no-one will buy my book. I'll give my directions in life a little more thought, methinks... ;o)

I'm thinking about getting a haircut tomorrow. I had a re-aquiantance with one of my Aunts... Tina, who divorced my uncle Emilio (the blood relative) a few years ago to practice an inner enlightenment fad with her new, less attractive man. He's nice enough, too, don't get me wrong. Just doesn't make for a good photo album. Anyhow, she's a hairdresser and only lives a few blocks away... I'm thinking of using hair dye if she's sparing... I'm not good at haircuts. I mainly just nod whilst the hairdresser cuts away... "you're the expert... do your work..."

I best fall asleep now... or take some kind of low-grade stimulant... the one quarter raspberry and coke also has one quarter less caffeine. (To rectify this aberrance, one more quarter of coke may need to be added. :o)

Ta ta.

William John.

Thank you, you bastard...!

PS... I forgot to write that I really, really appreciated the effort involved in my SFL getting all those gifts ... hunting down all the websites and posts I've ever made in my life on the internet to find out what I wanted and arrange impossible money transfers with the bank and throw hissy fits, flailing his arms about in frustration while canceling lousy British Telecom subscriptions because they are ripping our relationship off...

THANK YOU!

:o)

William John.
PS. Are you happy now you bastard?!

The twilight side of the hill...

There was a girl.
There was a boy.
If they had met they might have found a world of joy...
But he lived on the morning side of the mountain.
And she lived on the twilight side of the hill.

They never met, they never kissed.
They will never know what happiness they've missed.
'Cause he lived on the morning side of the mountain...
And she lived on the twilight side of the hill.

That's a Donnie and Marie song... the words are right, except for the girl. And maybe the mountain and hill. The morning versus twilight seems apt enough. Oh, the hill may apply too. We'll see.

There is someone I've met online. Someone that lives in London. I've spoken to him for hours on end over the phone. (And, at about 17% GST, that makes for a costly call). He makes me laugh and feel good and safe. He can make me cry too, though. When me Stalker From London (SFL) discovered that it was my 21st Birthday on July 3rd... he sent me a present... something big. He sent me a card that sings "Happy Birthday" in a British tone. Everytime I am feeling down, I'll open up the card and laugh... I'll hug the vibrating Elmo doll he's sent me. It has a place in my bed and in my car and heart. (SFL is so jealous, and I think he wants to visit the Apothecary and hasten the death of my dear Elmo).

I'll lift up my shirt and smile at the elastic banding of the designer underwear I'm wearing which hugs my butt. We have contact in some way every day. I don't want to hurt him, and he'll do anything to make me happy. I've agreed to meet him at the end of the year sometime. I'll go over to London and he'll show me the time of my life. (Given that I let him watch me sleep now and then. ;)

Anyhow... I did have a birthday recently... but I did NOT get laid. LOL! Shame on y'all for thinking that! I mean, you can all take the images from the photos and imagine me all over you like a monkey on a banana... but other than that, my sex life is less interesting than mitosis (simple cell division). So... what was my birthday like? Well, it was pretty much a family event. We went out to a dinner and show. I got pulled onto stage and made to dress like the cowboy in the Village People. They made me do the Y.M.C.A. and dance along to Macho man. What's that? You want pictures? Meh. Fine! Hold on... I'll go and sort this out and post some... da-deh-da...



Here I am as a cowboy, for all of my Texan readers. Yes. Those are sequents....


This is for everyone that has me on some kind of rotating wallpaper system. God, I am suddenly in awe of reflective surfaces... That's my twin sister, Maria, looking as though she is ready to take a stroll through Central Park. I'd assume that's what you'd look like if you were to stroll through Central Park anyway. :o)


One of my Uncles and his family got me an iPod mini. I didn't tell anyone what SFL got me, but it may have something to do with the tears... god... the emotion in my face in this picture... it kills me everytime I look at it... my Mother had made up this photo album of my life... me and my twin sis growing up... I came to a picture of my Grandmother (who couldn't be there, sadly.... :( ... and broke down. I seem to do that at birthdays. lol.)

William John.

The sky is green, and the grass is blue...

I am just leaving the blog entries for the moment... as a test to see who remains loyal when my world is devoid of words for a short period of time. Life has gotten so busy, and I have so much I want to talk about, but I cannot at this moment in time. I will leave you with a few words, however nonsensical they may appear ...

Smiling.

Funny feeling a pants.

Mini and not.

Tired.

Happy stress.

Accent.

21st Birthday.

I'll discuss my use of wording some time. But none of the words in these sentences ... they are unimportant ... ignore them ... in fact, don't even read them at all. ;o)

William John.