tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16243844074433153402024-02-07T16:29:06.808+10:00Mon DieuLa Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-7866647381625124342010-04-14T23:48:00.002+10:002010-04-14T23:52:16.422+10:00Wow Wow<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Back Again....it's been a while between posts Wish that I could say the same about cigarettes. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Um, life has ambled on over the last few months. I have just gotten back from UK/USA and am having the same adjustment issues as last year. Dear lord, the tedium predictability of my reactions is boring even me.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In any event, my latest news is that I am desperate to move to America. I've decided. That is my next place of residence.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Just got to make it happen. But I will. Oh yes, I will.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-90396813685632241822009-10-11T22:49:00.002+10:002009-10-11T22:52:49.958+10:00Wow<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Its been a good long while since writing here. I can't remember why I stopped writing. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Still, I've been following along with the lives of other bloggers from afar and thought it might be nice to get blogging again.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Better ease myself in to it though, me thinks. Not good to get too overstimulated at this age</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-44275322621586060742009-02-28T08:18:00.002+10:002009-02-28T08:22:04.911+10:00Crisis Over<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">My existential, nervous breakdown teetering crisis has resolved itself. At least for the moment - good news all 'round, non? </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">God, jet lag and hormones can do some crazy shiz to your mind and body. I'm now off to the airport for the briefest of sojourns in Melbourne town. A friend from London is here and I'm heading down to see her.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">More news soon. </span></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-23459081807294350392009-02-21T22:48:00.003+10:002009-02-21T23:04:57.453+10:00Post holiday blues<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><div><br /></div>After an amazing three weeks, I arrived back in Australia around ten days ago.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I would sell something (anything) of significance to be back on holiday. My 3 continent journey has left my with a jet lagged induced depression that is taking its time lifting.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I really don't know if I am happy being here anymore. I love my partner and had a wonderful time with him, but am really beginning to tire of the never ending drama with his ex wife. I didn't imagine that my life would turn out like this. I was always the girl that didn't sleep around, tried to do the right thing and believed in the one man, one woman (or man, man - woman, woman) thing for life, even though my whole life has been glaring proof that there is no such thing as the conventional fairytale. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">The other day I was sitting on my back patio, knees up close to me with a coffee and cigarette completely lost in feelings of sadness and fear and it hit me. All the memories of seeing my mother sitting in that exact position, with the same forlorn look of loss and sadness, smoking a cigarette came flooding over me. My mother, whom I love but have an incredibly strained relationship with, is an alcoholic bi-polar sufferer and has put men before everything in her life, her whole life. Luckily for her, she had a fall back position. She was the baby of her family and her parents picked her up and dusted her off until the day they died. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">So yes, I feel like I'm turning in to my mother, without the fall back position. I'm tired of feeling alone all the time. Even when I'm with someone, I always feel so alone.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Rant over. Tomorrow will bring a sunnier disposition. Here's hoping. </span></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-67988989922639905152009-01-26T19:03:00.002+10:002009-01-26T19:08:23.393+10:00Happy New Year<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">An amazing few days in Malaysia.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Now in London. Cold . Wet. Familiar. Comforting. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Will post photos and stories soon.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Over and out. </span></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-68657463052058374882009-01-17T23:48:00.004+10:002009-01-18T00:02:15.357+10:00Days like these<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Does everybody have days where they think that they are going crazy? Not just run of the mill crazy, but completely bat shit nuts? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">But then you have a sleep, and you feel better again. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I've had a shitty couple of days emotionally.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">On the upside - I think that mania can be ruled out as you generally get the crazy highs as well as the crazy lows. I just get the lows and back to median range.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Over and out.</span></div><div><br /></div><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JWCjvyW6dg&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JWCjvyW6dg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-5717548509810357552009-01-17T23:32:00.004+10:002009-01-17T23:47:35.885+10:00For Fingers<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /><br />Open iTunes/iPod or Windows Media Player to answer the following. Go to your library. Answer, no matter how embarrassing it is.<br /><br />How many songs: 614 (My hard-drive died 3 months ago and I lost a lot of music BOO HOO)<br /><br />Sort by song title:<br />First Song: Abram - Jose Gonzalez<br />Last Song: 1234 - Feist<br /><br />Sort by time:<br />Shortest Song: This Box Contains - Ani DiFranco<br />Longest Song: Remorse - Sarah Blasko<br /><br />Sort by album:<br />First Song: Achtung Baby - U2 - One<br />Last Song: 5.55 - Charlotte Gainsbourg - Tel que tu es<br /><br />Sort by artist:<br />First song: At your best - Aaliyah<br />Last song: London Still - The Waifs<br /><br />Top [10] Most Played Songs:<br />1. Deeper than Love - Antony and the Johnsons<br />2. Gamble everything for love - Ben Lee<br />3. Man of constant sorrow - Bob Dylan<br />4. Blindsided - Bon Iver<br />5. Limit to your love - Feist<br />6. Somebody's crying - Chris Isaak<br />7. Chocolate and Cigarettes - Angus and Julia Stone<br />8. Trouble - Ray Lamontagne<br />9. Lover you should have come over - Jeff Buckley<br />10. The Ship Song - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.</span>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-6923637930321640472009-01-13T23:36:00.002+10:002009-01-13T23:50:35.626+10:00wishes<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">My brain is mush at the moment, and through my valium induced haze, I struggle to find something interesting write about. I have a 6 page opus on how the class wars in Iceland could be overcome if we build a robot army, overseen from a central coordination point, headed by Iran and Syria with non voting buy-in from the US and Israel, but I'm just not sure its ready for publication yet. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Moving along.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">First two days back at work have been okay. I suspect knowing that I will flee the Country next Wednesday night helps with easing me back in to the work routine.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">This morning I got up at 6.30am, did a half hour hatha yoga session and ten minutes of weights. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">All of this before my morning cigarette. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Yes I've failed on my first attempt to quit smoking, but am determined to try again soon. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> <br /></span></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-73005902872941345292009-01-07T21:24:00.003+10:002009-01-07T21:44:17.649+10:00good on paper<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">There is a line from the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, that I love. It's where Kate </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Winslet</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> turns to Jim </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Carrey</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> and says "I'm just a fucked up girl looking for my own piece of mind".</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">It resonated with me. And I'm sure an endless number of black clothed </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">emo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> girls the world over.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Moving on.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I look at my life and feel so incredibly blessed for the things that I've been able to see and do so far. From the outside looking in, my life is enviable. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">To get here, where I am today, has not been an easy journey. But whose is, right?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">When I was 14 years old, after being sexually molested by my alcoholic stepfather for some time, I left home. At that age, social services will tend to try and get you placed back in the family home, however, it was not deemed suitable - so I lived with friends, made bad relationship decisions and used copious amounts of drugs before I was scouted as a model some years later.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I did not finish school. I did not go to university to study law until I was 19, and worked full time whilst there. I had been rehabbed from a heroin addiction twice by that age. It is odd for my brain to process the relief of never having used drugs </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">interaveneously</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">. The idea, and everything associated with it, is so foreign to me now.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I was young and I was tired.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Things are different now. I wouldn't touch chemical drugs in a pink fit, I've traveled the world, and although I've continued to make atrocious relationship decisions (present situation </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">currently</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"> excluded) I've been lucky and have had a great and rewarding work life so far. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">However, there are days, sometimes frequently, when I want to curl in a ball, hide away and wish and wish and wish that I could feel safe. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">The end.</span></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-80821759543168910252009-01-05T20:29:00.002+10:002009-01-05T20:44:48.432+10:00travelsI<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">n 16 days I will be heading off to the International Terminal for a quick spin around the globe.<br /><br />First stop Kuala Lumpur for two days to visit my gorgeous friend E. The last time I was there I stayed at the Shangri La. In a word. Amazing. If you are ever in the area, I cannot recommend this place enough. It had the most amazing breakfast buffet that I had ever seen and/or tasted. Including a chocolate fountain. <br /><br />Chocolate fountains for breakfast equals my sort of venue. Obviously, I will be stopping by for breakfast.<br /><br />Onwards to London, for a 7 day catch up with friends that I've not seen since I left, and hopefully a quick trip over to Paris on the Eurostar. I will only have time for a day or so, and nothing is harder than pulling yourself away from that city, but a taste is better than not at all. <br /><br />Onwards to Africa for 6 days and then home again.<br /><br />In other news, whilst excited about my trip, I am tired and grumpy.<br /><br />Over and out.</span>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-62700808859340356202009-01-03T00:35:00.003+10:002009-01-03T00:46:43.114+10:00Mr Clayton's encore<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKR04VI9FCzMzdBFNjVMUPz2SBZB-iNpXHooT-VgSl_sM0H95SsloMEfAcKt-GpGTAIuZkyVLLGLdl-ygF_45JvpTV3qTA9gJ-8GFpSG5KMZ1Xlx8_P_c5-xFZLc0vMV4bDOVWXU2GTc/s1600-h/dallas_clayton_bag.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMKR04VI9FCzMzdBFNjVMUPz2SBZB-iNpXHooT-VgSl_sM0H95SsloMEfAcKt-GpGTAIuZkyVLLGLdl-ygF_45JvpTV3qTA9gJ-8GFpSG5KMZ1Xlx8_P_c5-xFZLc0vMV4bDOVWXU2GTc/s400/dallas_clayton_bag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286707378366421314" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">DECADES</span><br /><br />Think about how long it’s been<br /><br />since you thought it was silly<br /><br />for people to say <br /><br />“Yo, Dude!”<br /><br />And actually mean it<br /><br />down deep in their hearts.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.dallasclayton.com">By: Dallas Clayton</a>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-28051666511390734792009-01-03T00:31:00.002+10:002009-01-03T00:34:47.132+10:00I heart dallas clayton<span style="font-weight:bold;">A MISSION<br /></span><br />I wrapped a long red string <br />around a pole<br />in your front yard<br />It’s the pole for your cable television <br />I think. Or maybe your phone.<br />The one on the left<br />when you first walk out the door. <br /><br />The string is a reminder<br />that something important must be done.<br />What that something is, I cannot tell you.<br />Nor can I say how.<br />All I know for sure is that it must happen,<br />which is why I put the string there last night <br />so you won’t forget.<br /><br />Consider the string<br />each morning when you leave<br />and evening when you return.<br /><br />You will soon know what to do.<br /><br />Once you have done it<br />you can take the string down <br />with scissors <br />or a knife<br />then tie it back up<br />around a new pole<br />in a new yard <br />in the middle of the night.<br /><br />With it <br />you can leave this note <br />just as it was left for me.<br /><br />After that <br />things should begin to sort themselves<br />at a nice steady clip<br />from here<br />straight on till the end.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.dallasclayton.com">By: Dallas Clayton</a>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-60636450068250903462008-12-30T18:49:00.003+10:002008-12-30T19:11:19.724+10:00hot day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">The heat of today was intense. A day where standing still only gives you the opportunity to notice the beads of sweat rolling down your back, your own discontent and the whir of the fan that is circulating increasingly hotter air . My dress, a favorite, red and white, high bust and flowing skirt, stuck to my body in protest.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Bored, listless and heat stricken my thoughts were drifting elsewhere...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I text The Boy, who had ventured to his office for the morning.... </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">come home, I want you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">30 minutes later, his hands and my dress are sliding over my hips and the salty taste of his lips are crushing against mine... the urgency with which we undress each other, the freedom as I depart from the real world to a place where only our desire exists... how can sex be so good. Even after 1000 times and with a familiarity that is unquestionable. I don't know.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I love him. I want him. I hope that I don't have to let him go. Because life is infinitely more complicated than the picture that's painted on the surface. It's all in the detail.</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-89340692526384572582008-12-30T18:03:00.002+10:002008-12-30T18:06:55.994+10:00me bad<div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Well maybe not my </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">last </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">cigarette. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">But I've only 2 today as to my normal pack a day habit.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Given that I nearly kicked my door down this morning, perhaps I should ween off first.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Shut up Fingers.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-66327087654428075252008-12-29T21:58:00.001+10:002008-12-29T22:00:07.749+10:00the end<div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">After nearly 15 years.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I have smoked my last cigarette.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">God help anyone who gets in my way in the next couple of weeks/years.</span></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-11680862161719948632008-12-26T21:01:00.005+10:002008-12-27T01:02:31.801+10:00boxercise<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">This evening, somebody asked me if I went shopping today. Now, I love fashion, wandering around aimlessly and generally being caught up in my own existence, but I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">would</span> draw the line at battling it out with suburbanites over a red-light special. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Anyway, another thing that I have been pondering today is the way in which people greet each other. I suspect my r<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';">eading of the delightful </span><a href="http://thoughtsfromtheworld.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';">Ms From the World's</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';"> post on kissing inspired my renewed interest in the issue.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">About 2 years ago, I was living in Paris. I was frequently back in London, visiting America and working in Africa and Australia. It was a wonderful experience, but it really sounds a lot more exciting than what it was. What it was,in fact, was very bloody tiring. I digress. Spreading your life across 4 continents can be confusing, and the case in point is:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">the single cheek vs the double cheek vs the triple cheek kiss.</span> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">My ex-boyfriend was a European where the triple cheek kiss was considered appropriate. In Paris and London it was the double cheek. In the US and Australia it is the single cheek. Try working that out when you are jet-lagged and grumpy. Getting it wrong can be quite painful with the inadvertent head butting, nose cracking etc.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'courier new';">Maybe, when the revolution comes, we can unify the greetings as well? </span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Oh. They tried that already?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-92053605339308686502008-12-24T20:28:00.005+10:002008-12-24T21:19:50.184+10:00twas the night before...<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Do2-gS2OhQ7kpG8V3n1FjwfBJFInKwp5pryvwbkhtDXrX3wTS6cOXTzN9xc9R_LkY9cMx0oYj4VuT6Spg150dlJAHIqbQU5VQ7TbAN6Jtk0aBo3OzdBayNTue-LHbM8WUuobKLvgmIE/s1600-h/chris_28.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6Do2-gS2OhQ7kpG8V3n1FjwfBJFInKwp5pryvwbkhtDXrX3wTS6cOXTzN9xc9R_LkY9cMx0oYj4VuT6Spg150dlJAHIqbQU5VQ7TbAN6Jtk0aBo3OzdBayNTue-LHbM8WUuobKLvgmIE/s400/chris_28.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283314552828910082" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Happy Birthday Baby Jesus!</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I have now been on holidays for almost a week and am completely chillaxified. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I'm not really too big on the ol' Christmas day celebrations and will spend tomorrow eating, sleeping and watching crap TV. Not being a particularly religious person, or the rearer of young offspring, this really doesn't depart too much from what I could do most weekends. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Not that I am a grinch or anything. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Merry Christmas peeps. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-26641098401591432072008-12-20T16:14:00.003+10:002008-12-20T16:31:54.152+10:0030<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Well, I've made it through 3 decades.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Despite my birthday being today, I celebrated early. I had lunch with friends (sans toenail) yesterday.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Last night was one of the nicest birthday celebrations I've ever had. A house full of candles, music, delicious food, vintage french champagne and it ended, well rather delightfully.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Coffee and presents in bed this morning, followed by a lovely day of eating chocolate, mangoes and talking with friends. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-54674103237183079212008-12-18T22:07:00.003+10:002008-12-18T22:13:36.762+10:00K-Rudd<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><div><br /></div>Well, hasn't there been a brou ha ha over our esteemed Prime Minister (under)delivering his carbon emissions plan. Oh dear.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">At an individual level, I have certainly not helped things with the purchase of my un-environmentally friendly air conditioner, which I collected today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">In my defence, the bloody thing had the highest "green" stars, but apparently that is not enough. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">As we were trying to lift the box up the stairs today, it caught my toenail and it ripped it right off. My big toe nail. Freshly pedicured and polished toe nail. Hanging by a thread.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Very painful. Very disgusting.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Fuck you Environment. Fuck you very much. </span></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-55629945255602836852008-12-14T23:05:00.003+10:002008-12-14T23:22:50.563+10:00Aside<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><div><br /></div>I have a lovely girlfriend, who is a little on the eccentric side. She is doing her PHD in an obscure strand of cultural studies, has a penchant for hot pink, peroxide, glitter and self portraits on her digital camera. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Always wanting to be the centre of attention, she often showcases her performance poetry at parties, christenings, bar mitzvahs and the like. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">At one particular wedding, at the end of the speeches, she took the microphone so as to give a (theatrical) reading of her poem "Gillette". This particular piece is a dark tale of her occasional downward spirals which concludes with the line "scratch, claw, pull, where are my razors". (Get it now, Gillette Sensors?) It was a hippy crowd, and she had insisted on musical accompaniment, so this went down better than at say a Catholic service in Country Australia. I have to say my personal favourite of her poetic offerings is entitled "Why can't I have a rainforest without so much mess".</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Today she was informing me that she is getting back to her "simple self", more grounded, less drama, a less cluttered and material existence. A little later in the conversation I enquired of her plans for tomorrow: "Facial, microdermabrasion, waxing, tinting, fake tan, massage and reiki". <br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Ah, the simple things. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-48634768166891870932008-12-14T22:47:00.004+10:002008-12-14T23:02:59.292+10:00air conditioning<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><div><br /></div>I knew it wouldn't take too much of summer to take hold before the whining started. It is disgustingly, revoltingly hot. And my beautiful old house is like a steaming inferno death trap. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Having had a major blow out in the shape of Christmas (over)spending, I am temporarily without means to purchase the necessary equipment to cool the house down. Never one to let a temporary cash flow problem stop me, I've purchased a portable air conditioner. The lord be praised. It should be ready for collection on Wednesday, also known as public servant pay day.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Other random observations, dot point style:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">This time next week I'll be 30. <br /></span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The crazies keep getting crazier.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Pushing myself to the last day of work on Friday seems a near impossible feat.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I miss London. Oh, how I long to be bundled up against the elements.</span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I feel like a swim. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I'm scared of the Ocean, despite being a complete water baby as a child. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I know nearly everything I'm getting for my birthday. It appears that I'm not the only one who has a problem with surprises. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I spent 5 Christmases working 16 hours a day, 12 days straight, at a homeless shelter in London. I'm not quite sure how I'll deal with all this extra time. </span></li><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">I will probably sleep. </span></li></ul></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">Goodnight. </span></div><div><br /></div></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-31401618511973240882008-12-10T01:25:00.002+10:002008-12-10T01:26:56.281+10:00fuckity fuck fuck<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Can't sleep.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Need valium. Have none.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Boo.</span></div><div><br /></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-12605645227049307712008-12-07T20:42:00.000+10:002008-12-07T20:43:11.778+10:00funny<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://stuffwhitepeoplelike.com">Stuff white people like.</a></span></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-41257777349708709632008-12-07T19:54:00.006+10:002008-12-07T20:11:54.927+10:00broke<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8lMzKwjAR_4532aYXYFefGMa2AjYmceieJCKtcFoQolc-RI4wxEijZF9qsR7dY7h9w7FRCC8zZgjuJTizF7yfSyoOlapzJGzirfwWo-UIuKvOAlwUUMxMui9qiOnQpjol-GrjgF-aeY/s1600-h/nano-black.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 93px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz8lMzKwjAR_4532aYXYFefGMa2AjYmceieJCKtcFoQolc-RI4wxEijZF9qsR7dY7h9w7FRCC8zZgjuJTizF7yfSyoOlapzJGzirfwWo-UIuKvOAlwUUMxMui9qiOnQpjol-GrjgF-aeY/s320/nano-black.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276986316295434658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOXUTzwHOzjappk4kcUljlRLqKK6NwM1GK8HJCSqXIXyBL6Ux5OW5hrfMeGVqVzjfbqUS_QydRA0AD5pl7IpMgE9N7iQhfNt_4Yu9EO2CQhUJ35Ft2hDmvmEkN04m-9btK4hcLaRUVeU/s1600-h/320d_12.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzOXUTzwHOzjappk4kcUljlRLqKK6NwM1GK8HJCSqXIXyBL6Ux5OW5hrfMeGVqVzjfbqUS_QydRA0AD5pl7IpMgE9N7iQhfNt_4Yu9EO2CQhUJ35Ft2hDmvmEkN04m-9btK4hcLaRUVeU/s320/320d_12.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276985121251599234" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">The Boy gets the watch and the music machine.</span><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQxJ-hbD3tYnMC7xni8DNIETPfV0xbrxCWai9X-spD8_G9jbUShtDJMqenCicrE90ntm12EQ164iYYHKvJaVvsyzba4gnjRGpfVw_4riwzCxoosQHPfGNfBAYvEsi-s6KmBEGhOX18mY/s1600-h/il_430xN.48052081.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQxJ-hbD3tYnMC7xni8DNIETPfV0xbrxCWai9X-spD8_G9jbUShtDJMqenCicrE90ntm12EQ164iYYHKvJaVvsyzba4gnjRGpfVw_4riwzCxoosQHPfGNfBAYvEsi-s6KmBEGhOX18mY/s320/il_430xN.48052081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984844980581138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">And I get this.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfE9JY0vcf62VY7Z3vgzbxwAXhm9slEdCf3Ebi0DwsXsXR025eqVDg40Pikqk58_3hISVt89z76wE8qvR2t-6AaBn1tGul6BTRSG5QHp2phVCDI9Lroi2AOZ77WYfu1_I2zVO-HqgB5o/s1600-h/il_430xN.40761781.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilfE9JY0vcf62VY7Z3vgzbxwAXhm9slEdCf3Ebi0DwsXsXR025eqVDg40Pikqk58_3hISVt89z76wE8qvR2t-6AaBn1tGul6BTRSG5QHp2phVCDI9Lroi2AOZ77WYfu1_I2zVO-HqgB5o/s320/il_430xN.40761781.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984846922742610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xfRQt15SmsnwphZiyI-etH2nx3T4RUVcuWZtTk5CXvJNbKH6ohhLxp1DCuVFwa2Nt4k0BDqky8VC-rhNNvm7uL4guHsz3Ewlq8m7H5flU1FvR5nwoL5eUjIErJgBaXMQff1py6y4YWQ/s1600-h/il_430xN.36572480.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8xfRQt15SmsnwphZiyI-etH2nx3T4RUVcuWZtTk5CXvJNbKH6ohhLxp1DCuVFwa2Nt4k0BDqky8VC-rhNNvm7uL4guHsz3Ewlq8m7H5flU1FvR5nwoL5eUjIErJgBaXMQff1py6y4YWQ/s320/il_430xN.36572480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984847006557602" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Baby sister gets both pairs of earrings</span>. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">They are very her. Cutesy</span>.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJwJgxp4563QDZct7LipjS3SDFhyphenhyphenuXdq7VBjFL1mFbeF8wofnjvIdKRkgE_bNZ4N4m7kYFhifBKMJzrSsKPWoIVYwPCXIotCX74DGf-OyV2SBR7S70CCZVLI4fMg2SLMX48boBEF49Nw/s1600-h/il_430xN-1.47306763.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUJwJgxp4563QDZct7LipjS3SDFhyphenhyphenuXdq7VBjFL1mFbeF8wofnjvIdKRkgE_bNZ4N4m7kYFhifBKMJzrSsKPWoIVYwPCXIotCX74DGf-OyV2SBR7S70CCZVLI4fMg2SLMX48boBEF49Nw/s320/il_430xN-1.47306763.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984842083593682" /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">Ma gets the print entitled "The rescue of a sea-worthy creature".</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJT-q7GoIE5O48dBWCvt9ZnG98sHg1UH7RywpfuAAtLSVKFua59Fr_3yAV8O0Ej9zx_fkkiXcPLyBmsVGOkdfwHlZmxsUTdl4OT-168B3W6zYRpNonm9hj9Y1t3pVUJSgr6VL1foBvFMQ/s1600-h/il_430xN-1.47259024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJT-q7GoIE5O48dBWCvt9ZnG98sHg1UH7RywpfuAAtLSVKFua59Fr_3yAV8O0Ej9zx_fkkiXcPLyBmsVGOkdfwHlZmxsUTdl4OT-168B3W6zYRpNonm9hj9Y1t3pVUJSgr6VL1foBvFMQ/s320/il_430xN-1.47259024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276984841816179986" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I might keep this one instead of the grey version. The spare is a yet to be determined gift.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">There has been a ridiculous amount of money spent this weekend. And I am absolutely terrible at keeping gifts a secret. By terrible, I mean I almost need to be physically restrained from showing the intended recipient early.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';">I may not be able to eat this week due to excessive spending. Food package could be required.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><br /></span></div>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1624384407443315340.post-29029483190383789422008-12-04T00:03:00.003+10:002008-12-04T00:11:19.770+10:00wildlife<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';">The flying foxes in my back garden are driving me <a href="http://sres-associated.anu.edu.au/batatlas/ffox.au">crazy</a>.<br /><br />I can't sleep.<br /><br />And every so often when the bats stop squeeling for a moment, a possum will land on the roof. The wrought iron roof.<br /><br />Nature can get fucked.</span>La Femmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01531200734516423189noreply@blogger.com14