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Its one of those days.
It started of normal. Light shone in my eyes waking me from sleep.
I got out of bed and prepared for the day.
Dressing quite quickly and slipping on a pair of fresh clean socks. I walked down the stairs.
Beginning and continuing my day in peace and harmony. My soul cushioned by my new foot cladding.
Now Bed is calling and its just my luck to have stood on some sticky toffee stuff. Are my socks ruined ?
Is it possible to save money by just washing the outside of my socks as my feet were relatively clean when I put them on.

Please leave your top tips for such an emergency in the comments.
Thank you in Advance.

How long does bubbly last, anyway? I found six, count them, six, bottles (so far) waiting to be packed. I don't even remember who gave me the first few, or when.

Anyway, hell with it. They're too heavy, and the stuff is cheap where I'm going. Opened one, poured a glass and poured rest down the drain.

Repeat.

Shnot a washte if you drink a glash, ri'?

Can't drink alone, thatsh not nishe. Sho here I am. Cheersh.

Glash a bubbly? Theresh plenny.

Who wants to have skype sex?

JOKING.

Cold here tonight, summer almost over here, pretty soon it will be coloured leaves and cold wind's.

That a man who goes by the name of "freedomofspeech" would ban anybody from commenting on his blog?

I arise, dress and stroll through the quiet crime free streets to the local coffee bar.

Its only 6:30am and the sky twinkles with stars.

We are regulars there, just nods not words yet, we await the beans to be ground, cups two at a time are passed around, sips and slurps are heard, and then the satisfying sigh of contentment passes through frothy lips.

Adjoin outside, clicks of lighters, scents of tobacco; scent of coffee and the sweet scent of Aniseed liqueur permeate the area. Colorful glow of smartphone screens upon faces, wifi is free.

As the first cup empties the sky changes, brightness from the east and shadows of the palm trees decorate the pavement.

The second cup arrives, more sighs...We talk now, Barcelona, tractors and olive trees, we are animated, the caffeine, nicotine and for those on the Aniseed liqueur the alcoholic awakening starts.

Coffee guy puts up the umbrellas, the suns up, it’s bright and the heat from the Sahara burns away the cool of the night.

Walking home, passing a fountain full of birds the scent of fresh bread, a few rolls straight from the oven in hand, they are hot and their scent makes the mouth water, they will be good drizzled in olive oil and sieved tomato.

Best thing about it...I get to do it again tomorrow and the next day and the next.

Am I a coward and loser for settling here?.......No I’m blessed content (better???)

We have been through various scenarios regarding being stranded/shipwrecked on a deserted island. What to take- yeah a boat or a fishing rod blah blah blah... But the thing is, if you were on that deserted island, going about things as best you can, and then one day an inflatable love-doll washes up- of whatever gender or kink you got going, the exact inflatable object of your desires- How long would you wait to consummate the relationship?
Would you run down to the high tide mark tearing your clothes off as you go, then nail it with the ferocity of a wounded bull with its testicles caught in a George Foreman grill, or would you sit by the fire with it singing Christmas carols etc., until the time is right?

The next part of this thesis, assuming you were rescued from the island eventually, would you tell the rescuers the whole story or would your eyes dart around the room and you become evasive and talk about food instead? Would you leave the love-doll behind or take it with you? And if you took it with you back home, would you be tempted to smash it every so often for old time's sake?

If you are given 3 options: USA, Canada, Australia, which country would you like to live? and Why?

If it is not one of the three that you want to live in, then where and why please?

Thank you

Yeah I know, I'm here again.

For anyone who wants to know, I been depressed lately and its causing me to not be myself. I haven't mentioned much about it because I was trying to keep things fun but it don't always work. Imagine that your soul is surrounded by dark storm clouds and all you feel is the storm. Thats how I been lately. July was the anniversary of my fathers death and my friend who killed himself which never helped my mood any.

Maybe its time to see the doctor again.

I'm a living person who likes to smoke and has too many pets.

Good times.

CD's and audio cassettes. Home land lines. Desk top computers. On foot electric and water meter readers. Paper love letters. Human being cashiers. Lots more. Automobile salvage (recycling---"junk") yards. My latest used swedish chariot came without a roof rack. Lower priced model sans this "option", we're told. Used one all the time on previous wagons, for hauling things, including canoes and sea kayaks. Dealer wanted almost $600 to install an original Eurorack factory model. Local junk yard had identical one for $25, including all mounting hardware, if buyer removed it himself. Had to walk with a few tools down to the lower 40 (yards these days seem to be on former farm sites), avoiding the poison oak, accompanied by two friendly huge German shepherds, who normally protct premisses off hours. Real sweeties. Dogs seem to know dog lovers. Scratched their bellies as they had lain on their backs while I took a break between right and left sides of car roof. Installed easily later in under an hour at the Aa mansion garage workshop......And doctor visits lasting more than 8 minutes, her eyes never meeting yours, while she plugs your info into her (billing) ipad. Times a changing, yep. Aa.