Hrmpf. If the boobs of doom are anything to go by, it looks like the body is on a three week mooncycle again. This is getting tiresome. On the bright side: it will mean I won't be bothered by the bloody...it. Bastards. Here it is in better times; perched on top of my old tiny Mac before the move to the HUGE i-Mac . Aahw. Final picture for today without comment. This is a note to myself.

There were some issues I posted about a while ago that I never followed up on and I just know you've been dying to know what happened next;) First off: the status on the overload of saliva from three... all my doubts and the struggle to take that first step into the lingery shop. Enough serious emo-stuff. Here's a picture of the advert in the busstop that made me grin all week: Oh Patric