...out...after....history...hugs
Jun. 1st, 2005 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jawnbcWord is getting out that I’m leaving the uni. I’m sticking to the official version--being closer to Ma--though I also almost compulsively want to add “and I can no longer abide paying taxes rates to a régime that I loathe. And that loathes me. Instead I act like a grownup and mind my manners. So sue me: I got all used to living in a genuine social democracy, with a reasonably strong economy, excellent health care system and iron-clad, constitutionally guaranteed rights, freedoms and responsibilities. Call me vapid.
After being unwell for a fortnight, it’s good to be getting my groove back on with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
querrelle. We continued to sleep and snuggle together throughout, but we didn’t have decent nookie for over a week. My libido was low, but desire for him never is. Thankfully we’re back to sex-so-good-it-makes-you-grin-like-an-eejit. So sue me: I was a serial bachelor for nearly a decade, unwilling to settle for a love-and-respect partnership. Call me naïve.
Eurovision 2005 is history, but the memory lingers. A number of sites have had Helena Paparizou’s (Greece) winning performance available as a video download, but I’ve been holding out for My Number Two, Chiara (Malta). And I finally found it! Watching it streamed live over the net at 05h15 I sobbed. Watching on TV 14 hours later, I sobbed. Tonite, I merely sniffled. In a contest where pretty much everyone goes for some sort of gimmick to make their performance memorable, Chiara just sang the shit out of a song she wrote herself--you go girl! Call me lame, but I love me my talented big-assed women who are awesome singers.
For all sorts of reasons I’d love to give a good hug toaadroma, susandennis, gorkabear and zurcherart. They’re all good people. Good people are good.
After being unwell for a fortnight, it’s good to be getting my groove back on with
querrelle. We continued to sleep and snuggle together throughout, but we didn’t have decent nookie for over a week. My libido was low, but desire for him never is. Thankfully we’re back to sex-so-good-it-makes-you-grin-like-an-eejit. So sue me: I was a serial bachelor for nearly a decade, unwilling to settle for a love-and-respect partnership. Call me naïve.Eurovision 2005 is history, but the memory lingers. A number of sites have had Helena Paparizou’s (Greece) winning performance available as a video download, but I’ve been holding out for My Number Two, Chiara (Malta). And I finally found it! Watching it streamed live over the net at 05h15 I sobbed. Watching on TV 14 hours later, I sobbed. Tonite, I merely sniffled. In a contest where pretty much everyone goes for some sort of gimmick to make their performance memorable, Chiara just sang the shit out of a song she wrote herself--you go girl! Call me lame, but I love me my talented big-assed women who are awesome singers.
For all sorts of reasons I’d love to give a good hug to
aadroma, susandennis, gorkabear and zurcherart. They’re all good people. Good people are good.
