Did I get to France?

Oh yes I did! Even with a 1% donation:-) I am now debating on whether I should do a 'Life in France' blog and end this one. There are many absurd situations that have happened here already (I think I am a magnet for such things) and maybe, just maybe, I could blog about it.

Is it worth it? Would anyone read it? This is the question.

Hmmmm.

Opinions would help the decision....

The Comfort of Cooking: Crispy Scallion Potato Pancakes

The Comfort of Cooking: Crispy Scallion Potato Pancakes: These potato pancakes actually look yummy scrummy and I will make them at the weekend I think! Great website.

Kevin 21 blogger gets on a nerve

For a month now I have been under attach from a 'blogger' (obviously a spammer account) who has chosen to inundate one solitary entry of my blog. Namely the one prior to this entry. I won't write the title of it in case this is a trigger.

I am annoyed it has to be said. Even though comments are under moderation mode, I still have to delete the rubbish that has been sent by dear ole Kev.

I want to know how to truly make this account cease and desist.

Ideas anyone?

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.

A Hoax: Amina apology to readers

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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?

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I personally would like to see what this woman looks like;-)

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Teenage boys 'troubled' by topless Italian sunbather | News & Politics | News & Comment | The First Post

I personally would like to see what this woman looks like;-)

Complicated bi girls. Why is that?

I mean really. Every girl that I have ever been out with has had some kind of complication.

It may be to do with the complication of:

• The mind
• The body.
• The ex. Especially the ex.

Take Miss Germany for instance.

She has just finished with a ridiculously offensive, to me, fellow Scorpio laydee, who tried (unsuccessfully) to play mind games with me through my ex. Didn't work. I don't succumb to psychos, like, ever.

But fair play.

She tried.

Her games worked with all the other silly exes of Miss Germany but not me.

I feel smug.

I feel strong.

Bisexual girl 1

Mental cow 0

I am bisexual not lesbian.

Oooh. How to wind a girl up. A fiercely bisexual one at that.

How many times have I had to state that I am not gay?

That a bisexual identity does exist.

No really.

A friend of mine said to me last night that she didn't know that I 'did' girls. I have told her many times (maybe when she was completely blotto but that is beside the point). She has remembered nothing.

So deja vu struck again and her sign off comment was "I'm going to have to go now my lesbo friend'.

Lesbo?

God.

At least come up with a bisexual derogatory phrase! Please.

Armed robbery at the end of the road.

What other lovely things are in store for my area I wonder.

Country going down hill. Check.

Country reached rock bottom yet? Getting there fast.

If you were to check the archives of this blog you would spot that there has been

• 2 murders
• 2 stabbings
• plenty drug dealing

and the recurring feeling that I have chosen to live in the new Brixton-by-Sea.

Time to move on methinks?

Oompa's back. Is this a mistake?

Ok. So she is back. By default.

I was minding my own business today in the chicken shop:-) Then she wobbles past. I Hail her like a taxi cab and she breaks. Sharply. My food arrives and we walk back to mine.

She tells me about all these ridiculously mental girls that she has 'loved' and lost in the space of a breath.

She questions why I am no longer her friend on Facebook. Why she is asking me I don't know because she has deleted me at some point (am I bothered? No really, am I bothered?.

Now we are going to be friends again on Facebook (ahhhhh).

She is now single.

She is coming round again on Thursday so she says.

She better not have any funny ideas.

No alcohol will be consumed on that day in her presence.

I herby declare........

Not after last time...

Beauty on the inside is not enough

I can't help it but every time things are thrown in front of me by accident, on the Internet, I really wish they weren't. Minding my own business and reading about everyone else's on Facebook this morning is a point in question.

One of my bisexual-turned-lesbian friends commented on one of her friend's photos.

A set of three.

Each pic more stomach churning than the last.

Will people not sort out their settings so that only their friends can see their photos only?

I don't want to see photos of her nasty women friends in bed with each other, grinning like cats that ate gone off cream.

I was going to make a spicy lentil soup for lunch but now I have these images in my head, am not sure I will be able to keep it all down for long.

Lynden David Hall anniversary

Here I am again, another year on, not knowing how I feel exactly. Alone in my grief as this year my mum is at her house (far too many memories there to visit for me thank you very much), and the Third Girl (not mentioned her yet) is off on an adventure in South America. Normally we are all together and playing his songs and talking about him. This year I am on my own.

It feels weird.

It still feels sad.

Unbelievable that he is gone.

And am still filled with a bad taste in my mouth and mind over the wife choice of my brother.

I am not really into what other people say about forgive and forget stuff, especially as I am a Scorpio:-)

But Facebook is interesting now as she (the widow) has removed me as a friend:-) It feels a bit odd actually being removed as a friend but whatever.

On one hand am happy about that and on the other hand (probably the left one) I am pissed because the Number One enemy I wanted to watch I can no longer do so.

Grrr.

I am evil.

Or am I?

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