I made four (4) posts today!

<sigh> I feel like "Tommy."

If I haven't said it before - although I think I have - thanks to Cloud for this thead. Sometimes it's just what I need.

I don't like Eddie Murphy.
I wasn't all that keen on him anyway. I don't find him all that funny.
But a big push was when he knocked up Mel B and then denied it.
I know men can't be sure whether the child is their's. It's hard. But IMHO it's so disrespectful if you are in the public eye (and the mother has her own money FFS) to make the assumption that the woman is a liar.

Nasty.

Eddie Murphy knocked up Mel Brooks? Or Mel Blanc?

I've wanted to clone this thread for a long time, but have resisted.

You're welcome, SG!

So, I have a packet of glass wipes in my drawer. And a packet of regular wipies (aka butt wipes).

Hope I don't mix them up!

I've just been shopping for screen cleaning products for work.
Ouch - expensive.

Trouble is, our cleaner is pretty generous when using products. I have to find a way to tell her that the tiny bottle is supposed to clean 300 screens. Without being patronising. Hmmmmm.

I spent my lunch break watching clips from Best Little Whorehouse in Texas. Which after all makes being a ho look like being in a sorority (no dig intended).

So I am happy to be a post whore this afternoon.

Anyway.
When I first started my anti-depressants I was in a very bad way.
I couldn't do anything. Including wash. I noticed that the pills gave me a very meaty scent. As opposed to the vinegar scent I had when (for valid reasons) I'd had to go a couple of days without washing properly (festivals, broken plumbing etc).

So today, when I smelt a really meaty smell drifting through the office I was slightly paranoid. I didn't connect it consciously, but thought it must be me immediately. When my colleague came in with a bowl of chilli I put the various thoughts together and relaxed.

But apparently smell is the best trigger for memory.
Took me right back to those horrid days.

Coincidentally, I just finished a bowl of turkey chili myself.

I like a good meaty smell in a woman.

Its 11:37 at this moment

Its Friday evening and not even 9.30pm and I am in bed already

Hey, you got girlfriend Vietnam? .... Me so horny. Me love you long time.

wow, an actual whore-y post

Shit - why do I gravitate to Moulin Rouge when I'm tired and drunk?
I mean I love musicals, but it makes me cry every time. And not because she dies either, just because love is reserved for the beautiful. I mean she's a disease riddled whore. But of course she inspires a lifelong love. Of course.

Think about it. From Romeo & Juliet onwards, all the "great" love stories involve either love at first sight or women who are incredibly beautiful. Usually both. * Jane Eyre is an exception and she ends up with a blind, scarred old man because she is plain and a goody-goody so that's okay*

I hate the idea that every account of true love starts with someone young, lithe and impeccable manners. Go on, I challange you to find me a FEMALEW anti-hero. Even Tank Girl was fit.

Ignore me. It just rubs. Like a blister. It doesn't affect my life, but it's there every move I make.

I stop drinking tomorrow. I intend.
Hopefully I'll stop getting so damn maudlin.

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