I thought of the funniest idea for a game involving clues, choices and you.
It is very hilarious and very offensive. Kind of like 'Guess Who' but 'Guess who he is dating'
There would be a list of clues read out about how you have been dressing, what you have been drinking, how you've been acting and the music you've been digging. Because they are a direct result of the person you are dating, you desperate bore.

Aerial Arts

This is the next goal.

I graded from Yellow to Orange-tip in Ju Jitsu recently and after seeing these performers last night at work, I have decided I am absolutely inclined to perfect this amazing ability.

I've always had this terrible spot in my heart that feels like some dim, faded, expired passion for dance that would have thrived given the opportunity. I am too old to begin ballet. Besides, I can't afford that. Ballet is a ship that sails early in ones life. Most that the will and the passport climb aboard for a beautiful journey. I believe I lost my ticket and missed my chance.

Learning silks would probably make my overall and eternal sadness somewhat less of a detriment as opposed to a vague absense.

I must do this!!!

Watch this space, kids.

Lately I've been hideously busy with life in the disguise of work and writing. Lately, though... I have been feeling like I'm currently in SYSTEM FAILURE MODE. I can't tell if the worst is over and I am preparing to re-attempt the productivity... or if I am about to succumb to some terrible breakdown. I also stole this brilliant diagram. I wanted to reference the owner! But as I saved it to my USB long ago I have no idea who the creater is... Enlighten me if you will! I am listening to jazz at 1.37am and trying to decide whether or not the noises coming from under the haus are worth worrying about. Tonight was supposed to be an early night. I have work in the morning. Then I am applying for a job on a boat. A BOAT. Then it is to Pancake Manor before retiring to a party. There are too many dresses on my bed so I can't sleep. I need to buy coathangers. I need a walk-in wardrobe. Or not. Maybe I need to take off my work shoes and walk in the hinterland with the wind in my hair. *** That red dress I wanted from Pushing Daisies?!

Well, I like to think this was a nice effort. It's similar, don't you think? P.s This photograph of me was taken at the wedding of the lovely couple who live in a Doll Haus.