They do if their name is Denise.

From the domestic bliss of cooking many bakery goods last night, to visiting the wonders of Peters of Kensington. I feel that my domestic meter is currently in hyper-drive.

Today, for those in the know I visited POK for a certain purchase and ended up getting myself some pink Murry River salt.

I met the wonderful Leon in the coffee mug aisle and we walked around the store for a bit. It was real neato walking around the homewares with an exceptionally good looking man. Leon is after all, a little gorgeous. I'm sure all the gay couples picking out their coffee percolators and matching egg timers were getting a little jealous. It was fun to play pretend for a bit. Even though he is happily engaged with the most lovely American girl.

We met for coffee and our preliminary talks for the LOVESONG score. Leon has taken on board the task to score the entire play. Hes a little bit awesome like that.

This evening, was the toilet party. Sean and Aneesa made it to the fold, and were welcomed by their elders with an onslaught of alcohol. Good thing they were the responsible ones. Unlike our Auntie Tuneil who had an evening to be remembered. It was night filled with no awkwardness whatsoever. Sean, i'm looking at your balloon here. Its still floating around.

Here is a short story composed by a woman who reportedly is "never going to drink or eat again after this piece of cheese"...

My best dearest friend was called Denise, and she found too many drugs when she had a reason to be a slut. She wants the sluts to die with dignity. And is debating how long it takes to get to kangaroo Vally while lost in his eyes.

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