...kind of like a Q-Tip.
The double dating idea was fabulous.
He's got the smallest bum I've ever seen. But I'm going to Mozambique tomorrow, and he's off to Zanzibar. So right now I don't know what will happen. But he has a toight-toight bottom.
I still have not packed for this bloody trip. I leave tomorrow morning at 3:00am. Help me. And while everyone is taking hectic malaria pills, I am taking homeopathic stuff. Mainly because last time I took malaria tablets, my fingernails started falling out. I shit you not. So I hope I don't get bitten. At all.
I hope Small Bum still wants my beefcake after the trip. I mean, I dressed up all pretty last night and he seems keen on my high heels if it's any consolation.
But alas, bloggy friends, this is my last post of the year. And what a year it has been playing the role of Brooke Logan Forrester. Thank you for listening to my incessant whining, commenting on my compulsive crises, and for mainly just reading. May your festive season(s) be filled with fun and games.
Rock on 2006.
Until next time. Ciao bye.