SMS. 6.24. Another beautiful day in my living hell, join me?? Sweaty men in lycra, coffee grains under my fingernails, 3 hrs sleep, its going 2 be a good day – Rachel
SMS. 7.57. I’m popping my jarmies & toothbrush in my pocket & heading home to an empty house. Bliss – Christian
SMS. 8.00. Just a cross cat for being left alone since Friday – Christian
Subject: here we come
Now isn't it funny how things can actually, under your feet, work out. No sooner had I poured immigration woes into your booties when I got asked by an old mate if I wouldn't be interested after all to going back to The Language Camps with youngsters from across and actually at locations across Germany and now, low and behold, all is solved. I have work as of Easter already and as much as I want during Summer and Autumn until I leave. I will finish at the school in July and then do them camps raising moolah for when I'm away. And Reg (Aby) reckons she's going to have my room while I'm away covering most of me rent. So, who woulda thort...? All I gotta do is NOT fight with anybody and be full of rosey charm...
Me and Bern is good too so I reckon it might all fall in place....
Anyway – how is the Tomster? She's moved in right? Did you geta breather? Did ya get the floorboards polished? No you do it, you do it! Must surely take all of an afternoon – drape aside a few bedclothes, that sort of thing. A day and a half, a weekend. Go to lovely House of Horrors, up the lovely coast and lo and behold – polished floors! I wish it for you to happen – ping! Just like that.
But in the event that Tomo moved in, how goes it? I hope fun and friendly.
Now, your work – remember to keep in them trenches. Don't raise ya hat and drawn pictures of pretty nightingales! Remember they're vermin and nothing but singing rats! Leave and be free – fly away fly away etc. WOS. After all, you tort me that.
Are you likeswise horrified if I come and stay? Please be honest if that'd be how you'd feel and I'm sure we can work out a localized solution. I'd just want to have copious amounts of your time and at the best time of year - SUMMMMMER, so let me know and also WHEN I should come (annual leave, poofter parties etc) so I can MAXIMISE my fun quotient.
I am waiting at an internet cafe at Potsdamer Platz for the movie the Producers. I want to howl with appreciative lafter at goosestepping SS men on stage. Ha ha how funny it all is.
What else? It's raining that's what. You look up in the sky and spy geese flying south, or are they cranes or storks? And then your attention is drawn to observing the crowns of trees with their buildinged backgrounds and, lo, the wonders of Spring, the buds ARE actually quite swollen and greentinged and MAYBE we will have Spring within the week. But only if it gloriously sunshines (like it did yesty). But today – rain, which means really it wants to snow but it's too warm. Ha ha we shall see.
There's a cute American New York kind of guy opposite with dark eyes hair nose etc so as I'm tempted I must away to me filum!
I send you many a thort
Mad Madge (Josh)
PS my pockets are stuffed with DVD filth ready to be returned – do they frisk you at the movies?
Subject: is it a bird, is it a plane…
Been at the House of… country. Slappers. Lovely. But it was nice to hear your shrill voice when I got home.
Was doing a wedding. Pretty exhausted working this 6 ½ day a week caper, let me tell you. My parting gesture was to steel half of Lukies dope stash on the way out, because, of course, I have given up. He didn’t have much, as he’s giving up too, just enough for one joint to glide through the arvo.
No, Tom hasn’t moved in. He now has a tumour the size of half a football – that’s the AFL egg-shaped kind. Does it mean anything to you? – in his chest, pushing on his left ventricle, which, pretty much, explains the breathing difficulties he’s been having. He didn’t have it in January, so now he has to see a heart surgeon to have it removed forth with. So there Mr Smarty, way off track, I do believe. I have nothing else to say about it, except to say that Paul is now, quite possibly, at his weakest, lightest 58 kilos and, quite possibly, his most vulnerable, ICU withstanding. So, you’d better put him straight back into your thoughts when you are there tugging away at Brazilian Skank Babes 4.
As regard to you coming to live with me, to tell you the honest truth, I could think of nothing nicer. Come when you want, I’m home alone now a days, nothing will be a problem. There’s always a poofter party, or two, on in dear old Melbourne town.
It’s been 30 degrees, or hotter, here since I can remember. And little Johnny STILL won’t sign the Koyoto Agreement!
Come on dear old Autumn… it is my season, after all.
I think that, quite possibly, The Producers will be a sad old rehash proving, yet again, that Hollywood is quickly running out of ideas. Enlighten me. (But of course, a little more subjective for you, quite possibly)
Now I have to go, I scanned all the photos of Lauri’s cock that I could fine, while I was at Bolago, so I’ve got work to do. It was, is, after all, the most beautiful cock I have ever seen.
June (Christian)
Goodness me! That one little skerrick of a pot certainly did the trick.
Tim called to say he was coming to visit. I’d just got the attention of a cute boy called Aidan from North Melbourne, who looked as though he was going to come over.
SMS. 16.58. I’ve got a guy coming over so I’m not really up for a visitor – Christian
SMS: 16.58. Thats cool x – Tim
Aidan came over. He just loves his pants pulled down, pushed over face first onto the bed, and get his arse fucked, to have all his tension relieved. He's good exercise, as good as a work out. He loves to cum with a dick in his arse.
SMS. 21.46 For god's sake when will the games ever end – Rachel
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