Have just finished Norwegian Wood, its the kind of book I would like to hug to sleep at night; save for the fact that books, unlike boobs, are not made for hugging. That said i would definitely prefer hugging books rather than boobs regardless of whether they be girl boobs or man boobs (the horror!). I like it, I like Murakami (thanks Qi bi for the unconscious introduction! You have great book taste!) and I cant wait to get my hands on more of them; apparently this is barely even the tip of the iceberg!
Today was the kind of day where you feel good about yourself, where things that go wrong end the right way up, a sunshine day (though the weather was nice and chilly, not scorching as it has been the past few days). Managed to create a body scrub, workout at the gym, run, finish the book and spend loads of good ol' quality time with jingboy.
Ahh I did think this would be the life. Next time when we retire we ARE going to buy a little cottage looking house and cook carrot cake and vegetable soup and maggi mee and work on our art or design pieces and romp around the whole time till the cows come home. Im going to name one Patty and you can name the other one. We'll probably have a few cats and dogs and go broke/crazy feeding them. No rabbits they hump too much.
Im not kidding, photobucket is still down, blow me down. Thou shalt have to wait, ya fat arse.
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