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Wednesday, June 08, 2005

I write this is jest, my darling.

A restful night was not to be as the pre-pubescent rogue pestered her unrelentingly with demands of conversation, “darling! You are being disagreeable and unconversational tonight!” he exclaimed nearly thrice before she tried to speak a few words obligingly. That silly boy was sickly and sniffly tonight and so she kindly allowed him the opportunity to fiddle about with her favourite gadget. A while later however, he returned her kindness with petulance as he refused to sit still for a portrait, and even took the naughtiest of photos when it was least expected by the lady. sheer insolence I say! And when footing the bill after a cake that was a little less appetizing than a lemon meringue and unaccompanied by hot tea in pretty china, his insistent need for dominance under the pretext of gallantry and chivalry startles her still! But despite his silly antics at the most stupendous of times, the night ended on a rather rapturous note as she embraced him and excused his behaviour for the night by granting him quite so charming a farewell kiss.

posted by voyeur @ 6/08/2005 02:09:00 AM

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

And none of these
thoughts are real
So why is it that I feel
So cut up and so bad
I need to take control
'cos my mind is on a roll
And it isn't listening to me

the eternal pessimist and recluse in me speaks tonight. a thousand words i wrote, a thousand more i hadn't; even my journal no longer knows my thoughts.

posted by voyeur @ 6/07/2005 03:36:00 AM