Click here 4 - Lust My lust to devotion is little.
A person considered as having compromised principles for personal gain. That is the definition of whore. Goodness! Obviously, the person that wrote that has never bought a lottery ticket, watched reality television, bought second hand goods - right? Course not. That would be whore like behaviour and that is deplorable darling!
Howdy partner anyways, nice to see you again.
Guess what Lovely Lass went to taekwondo tonight
*cups hand over an ear like a beacon*
Yes ! Twas me !
HG is going to come out kickin .. Well I'm not suppose to compromise the art of self defense for personal gain or deliberate harm or injury. So consider yourself all spared !
I was so gangly and eager though, all knuckles and wheedling ( Is that a word?)
Which brings us to a point. What does HG look like?
I mean should I tell you. I'm not posting a picture so don't ask even though I know you won't.
I always believe in being open though ( just ask my clients why I am not famous cos they already know too much ) so I will answer some questions.
I am 5"10. I have tanned skin and I'm brunette. I weigh 57kgs. I have blue eyes.
So that is that :)
Sometimes I think I have to talk about when things were bad and then sometimes I just want to be happy too and let the nightmares droop and wither for a while on the wind.
Quitting drugs was the best thing I ever done. It taught me so much about life and what it means to achieve something for yourself. It showed me the compassionate nature of human beings. People love my story and they are inspired by it. I love that.
I love the fact I get a second chance. Today when I sat with the office girls at lunch, I witnessed a homeless man, grubby and gnarled from the harshness of the streetscape , fingering the ashtrays , looking for cigarettes that still have tobacco left in the charred and extinguished stubs. As I look down at my neat, polished shoes and stocking clad legs , deliciously healthy, I sensually smooth over my tweed suit , yet I don't feel like a prat. I feel like a mirror. But this time I am on the other side. For a moment it is the looking glass. I don't stare but I know it doesn't matter to this vagrant if I do. He merely wants a cigarette. I borrow one from my girlfriends ( I have since quit) I wait until we exit the courtyard and I pass it to the man with a wink ;)
Sometimes all we want is a god damn cigarette.
Life is meant to be that easy , it is humans that make it hard.
I just don't hope there is twenty more tomorrow, I don't think the suits will like to see real life over a macciato grande and a foccacia. Can't upset societies stomach.
I'm thinking about going to see dirty dancing live at the theatre?
.. Do you think Dido would be better??
I mean I simply Lurve Dirty Dancing !
Nobody puts baby in a corner ;)
Im out of here *karate kicks through the blog and into cyberspace*
Lovely Nights to You and Me.
Go and have some hot sex and be young and merry or just go eat some nice stuff.