Entries Tagged as 'N900'

Howzit hangin’?

I’m writing this on a minute keyboard. It makes writing very painful. But there is no other connection for me to rant on. For some reason it’s a free day slash national slash populist celebration. God forbid anything fails you now, you are then officially fucked. The vet is celebrating 1st of May. So is the cable guy and the internet guys. Yes, I might have an internet addiction, but so far it’s been harmless.

Only now I am also hungry. The fridge was empty and so was my account too, thanks heavens for credit cards. So now I am drinking a dry white Castel Starmina. Not adviseable on an empty stomach, nor on a short temper. Nevertheless, I am a stilish bum, I challange you to state any different.

One last advice. Stay away from a controversy with me. I will orally sweep the floors with you when I’m like this.

Cheers and happy 1st of May to you too!

Genuine Alligator Made in France

The more tired, the more smart I am. Talking outfits here, not brains.

by the railway

Don’t, just don’t

No snow eating, please. No, you cannot have the yellow one. Trust me. Snow white

So, here I am

It’s beautiful, but unclear. It’s crisp and dump. I wouldn’t call it my favourite, but I’m OK with it, mostly.

My fog

Ladylike

There was this joke that a true lady would rather be separated from her husband than from her bag. I now have a question. What happens with the husband when the lady meets with these bags?

(before you click you should know this is a pro-bono post)

Pluses and minuses

In this aritmetic logic, I’ve lost a mirror and I have gained ared wine stain.