Lately a lot of people have been confiding in me about their troubled relationships. Fortunately, they aren’t after advice (after all, that would be a bit like asking a vegetarian for tips on how best to baste the Sunday roast) but they do seem to draw comfort from the fact that I am able to understand something of their turmoil.
It certainly seems as if an ocean of discontent seethes beneath the facade of apparent bliss that many couples show to the world. Then again, maybe I just happen to know a lot of pissed-off people. Hmm…
In other news, I am once again a taggee. Lucky me. I thought I’d put a slightly different spin on it by only giving my answers and not the questions. You’ll have to visit ShutterJane to find those, but it’s fun to try and guess. So here we go – in order:
Oats * Power surges * French kisses * Aliens * Pretty much everything except French kisses * Breathe in, breathe out * Live forever * The bastard who keeps stealing my newspaper * 1 and 0 * Black – oh wait, that’s not a colour, is it? * Lord Vader, Love Muscle or Dubya * Mom & Dad * An aura of calm * The Bear Went Over The Mountain – same as EVERY day * Collecting dust * Jennifer Connolly’s boudoir * I don’t think about sex ALL the time * Yeah, yeah, you know the drill – if you wanna, then just do it!