I don’t have a doctor
I have a dermatologist, a dry nose like a desert, and an allergy to linden (approaching).
I have a dermatologist, a dry nose like a desert, and an allergy to linden (approaching).
The downs and ups of today’s post are… It’s Monday, what do you think? Snoozed like crazy with two alarms. Anyway, yeah, I am up. Spent late last night to get my online virus scan. Nod32 failed me, Opera is like a swaitzer. Have not managed to solve the problem. Darn. Yahoo doesn’t work, the computer works like an old grinding machine. I know, it’s the spieware.
In the club, again, someone has asked me for speed. And I am the only one with a perception problem? I don’t think so. Other than that Saturday was quite nice and friendly, except for the Sunday hangover, but that is not a part of Saturday or is it?
The latest compliments I got refer to the special shade of my eyes and … the blog. Well, thank you.
Other things I forgot. This is so incredibly slow I am going to be late for my appointment with the journalists. Bye.
Oh, one last word of advice. Kissing a transvestite will sure get mascara on clothes. I say, always use quality products. Yeah, I had to end it on a bright note.