postcards from the edge
if there is anything better than a hot bath on a wooden balcony that overlooks the ocean, glass of red in one hand and a beautiful woman's legs entangled with your own, i dare you to tell me what it is.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
(nice) emails make me tingly. as do bad puns. and back rubs. get me here for any and/or all of the above:
nadstownATyahooDOTcom
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10 Comments:
Men with maroon gerseys crying into each others necks. Beautiful!
Being in a hot bath on a wooden balcony that overlooks the ocean, glass of red in one hand and a beautiful woman's legs entangled with your own and KNOWING THAT ALL OF YOUR ASSIGNMENTS ARE FINISHED!
Sigh.
I'm off to see Craig Reucassel tonight. That's got to be pretty good too. Not quite as good as your scenario because I doubt he's going to leave the stage, bend me backwards over a dining table in the middle of the Space Cabaret and fuck me really hard (which would make my scenario win over yours)but still good.
P.S. Got your email. Will reply shortly. x
- ocean
+ buffy dvds, and instead of the beautiful woman, me.
I know jealousy is a curse but when I read your post I can't help thinking "fucking hell that sounds like about the best thing I've ever fucking heard of / could imagine".
But as fortune smiles upon Nadstown so rarely these days I'm happy you see you got to enjoy the bath, ocean, and beautiful woman.
roguey: you poor, misguided fool.
cynic: i think we should email each other our essays from now on. i'm sure i could pass some of your work off as mine if i dmb it down a bit.
fluffy: marry me. then cook me schnitzel.
oh, and cynic, if you don't run on stage screaming "PASH PARTY" tonight, you are not the woman i thought you were.
i'm emailing you my number. i expect a text when the job is done. don't bother using it otherwise.
heroin. a winning lottery ticket. a reprieve from god. the cure.
in the meantime, it sounds pretty awesome. enjoy!!
hey, blogger wont let me in. but it's me.
RBB
Xx
Crap. Lost my phone. An email of the night's shenanigans is in your inbox.
best. drunken. email. ever. cynic.
you rock lady!
Heh. So much more more where thats' coming from? What? Ability to speak English fading.
Nighty night.
oh my beautiful cynic.
one day we will meet in person and discuss all the shagging, sick mum, essay hell stories that bond us from afar.
perhaps we will sit in a bath overlooking the ocean.
perhaps we'll just get trashed at the pub.
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