French Dream

Before the imagination runs away into the cesspool of one's mind, I would like to point out that the title of this post isn't as filthy as you might have wanted.

It's just an update of where I am aiming to be in a year's time. Not here but there.

France.

I've seen the light. I've seen the fresh produce.

I've smelt the air from the mountains.

I have to get there with my family and am on a mission.

I'm selling things on Ebay. I have far too much stuff.

I've set up a fund pot that anyone can donate (no matter how small) to help the cause and be part of the story as part of the process. (There's a link on the right of this page, or at the top).

Miss Germany is also coming over for a week in the beginning of January which should be fun. However, I have done something really bad with my back and I don't know how I did it.

I am now walking around like Notre Dame.

Very unsexy:-(

Men pretending to be lesbians. Why?

Is it just me who just doesn't get it? Don't men have enough to be getting on with, like running the world? Starting fights with anyone and everyone? Yet still. There is always one isn't there?

Unfortunately this is just the start of a string of such stories.

I am just waiting to hear a justifiable reason for this despicable behaviour that isn't just another variation of 'sorry'.

Not good enough men.

Sitting next to Beeny:-)

I have a spark for Sarah Beeny, as mentioned previously in this blog and needed a refresher fix..Hot hot hot. I could truly sort this woman out!Damn!

I do, unfortunately, have a colleague that I sit next to that is the uncanny likeness of her. Some moments I am in heaven talking to her, only because I am reminded of Sarah, not because I fancy my colleague. Honest.

Why bisexual women need to come out

I've been thinking about this for a while. Didn't have an epiphany or anything. More an irritation that is growing more and more on a daily basis.

Being a bi girl really isn't something that I have chosen, although if I had to choose it would be my status every time. Baggage and all.

'Gay' girls who have slept with a man/men are absolutely not gay in my book (and this includes Miss Germany, who fervently states this).

If there needs to be a label then it's clear that it should be bi. Isn't it?

Bisexuals exist whether the gay or the heterosexual community beg to differ.

Let them all beg I say.

The more bisexuals come out from the cover of two point four kids and an opposite sex partner and the blanket of a lesbian kiss, the stronger we all will be.

Power is in numbers...and I will eat cake.

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Miss Germany Is coming OMG

This is a bit bizarre for me.

The fact that Miss Germany is coming for three days at the end of May.

The idea that I would love to have rampant (and I really do mean rampant) sex with her for 95% of the time (come on a girl's gotta eat) but for the little problem of a house full of kids.

Including a baby in the bedroom.

I am attempting to visualise withheld moans of delight and cries of pleasure whilst a teenager is underneath the bedroom and a baby within.

Freaking me out a bit.

I am now having to plan my sexual encounters with Miss Germany meticulously...like a German;-)

Any ideas would be welcome...

Did I say no link? Really?

http://cookup.blogspot.com/2004/08/women-are-like-buses-arent-they.html

Actually I cough.

Cough again.

There really is a link to all this.

Midnight musings Part 1(Miss Germany Revisited)

There is no link. Blogger asked me that.

Apart from the link between Miss Germany and myself. The connection is huge. For those who don't know about Miss Germany, read the blog from the beginning, and also as a recap, if you can't be bothered to do that, she is my long time love from way back now - yet we cannot be together.

Life paths and all that.

The great thing is that she is coming to my house. Across sea and stuff.

She asked if He-who-cannot-be-named was going to be there but I told her no.

I am so excited but nervous at the same time.

I want to sleep with her. Obviously. The sex is great. The togetherness is wonderful. The 'we' and 'us' is sublime.

But the bloody kids. What do I do with them then?